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Submitted by calliope on 24 October 2007 - 1:40pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
As death trembles upon thy lips
I bend and lay a kiss
As a soul and mind slowly slips
I bend and lay a kiss
As death takes those of innocent eyes
Where purity lies
They slowly die
Yet,do the angels cry?
Sometimes ,I hear
The screams of the dear
Souls that have departed
Yet,whenever I do
I think of the truth
Of the young and broken-hearted
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Please do not critique mechanics. The inconsistencies in style are intentional, or correcting them is not important to me.
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As death Takes those of innocent eyes
Lacy you spark the light to my candle Thank you.
In ink,
I Know No Box