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Her eyes see his mystery He's as raw as a bone Bone white, ice cold She feels his chill When she wants his love But she exists in hell for him Because she knows He's trapped at the Rockerfeller Center A little boy frozen in time Cutting the ice with the blade in his skates Wishing to release himself from the pain But, the blood never coagulates It just keeps bleeding from his soul She sees inside She knows his torment Because it is her's because it's his Because it's theirs No matter the eerie descent into darkness She treads no where

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/4/2010 3:19:00 PM
I think I felt a cold chill run up my spine. At the end of this poem I found I was holding my breath like I knew it was going to be happy, but maybe I could will it to be. Great poem. Love Destiny
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Date: 5/3/2010 9:08:00 PM
still this is a good write, nice one
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