I'd be grateful. I don't know what
it's about and I wrote it lol
~L.~
Untitled Wierdness.
A void of silent anger reigns,
Surrounded by air a hundred years stale,
Acid tears fall on desolute plains,
Seeing only her pitiful wail,
Doomed to walk Death's shadowy flames,
Crumbling mountains so frail,
Alone and stalked by failure pains,
That hammer is the final coffin's nail.
12/2/09.
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2009-03-03 at 03:28
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