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Sickness MAG

By Anonymous

You wreak black
like nightfall.
You words are
dark and sharp.
You spear hearts
to see them bleed.
You run wild
with the sun
which so willingly
burns you.
Your harsh words
have never echoed
so clear and sound
with the wind.
Your words dug
gashes in the moon
and light the sky.
Dark looms and
has never hesitated.
We wonder why



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on Dec. 1 2008 at 9:21 pm
Nice one :D

on Dec. 1 2008 at 5:54 pm
this was a great poem :) it was def. understandable :) i love it :)

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on Nov. 30 2008 at 3:58 pm
this is really well written! good job!

on Nov. 27 2008 at 3:36 am
This was an amazing poem! Keep it up! One thing though...I didn't understand the last line:(