| Dark Poetry #4 |
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Virtue of......... |
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croyles Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 102 |
The tile is strange I know, but for specific reasons I had to put it like that. ------------------- Virtue of...: My dear friend Virtue, Sauntered through my minds abyss, Spoke to me with much a bliss, ’Bout my love I love so dear. For some reason I found clear On her neck, like rugg'ed sands, Marks so red that marked my hands. ------------------- |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
it seems like yoyu are just getting started wiht this poem...i wanted to see more, good beginning though "So what befalls the flawless? |
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