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Lost Soul

Dreams held captive Bring fourth thoughts I seldomly reveal Walk, think, live and soon I shall expire Similar to love Deeper than desire Engraved into my soul My words burned into my flesh Death circles beneath me Stalkin' my last breath Poetry doesn't exist Nor do poets whose words are vague Criticize my own words Tears develop into rage I've staged my own death Hopefully, I'll make the front page.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/3/2009 3:56:00 PM
Very full of emotion and descriptive of pain. Sara
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