Murder

February 7, 2010
By Caroline Williams GOLD, Scottsville, Kentucky
Caroline Williams GOLD, Scottsville, Kentucky
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They are at way inside me
The feelings, love, hate, love, hate
You can no longer be
You were once my mate

You were once the air I breathe
But now you choke me with words
And now we've
Reached the end and I've heard

You have forgotten me
But come dawn,
You'll rememeber me
I'll still look innocent like a newborn fawn

Yes, animals will feast tonight
And a great feast it shall be
On a man with no real might
And murder has been brought upon me


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