August 21, 2012
By LexiiSkye BRONZE, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
LexiiSkye BRONZE, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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To wake up means my dream would be a lie.

Your pupils symbolizes dark crows on a branch.

Your eyes are bluer than the sky.

Please forgive my hostile soul for I am priceless.

Though like a dead red rose in the winter.

I'm lifeless.

The author's comments:
"My emotions and creativity inspired me to write this short piece."

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