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Scattered On the Floor

Scattered on the floor
Are bottles, empty, broken
Like her morbid soul.

Scattered on the floor,
Are lyrics, not good enough,
Never good enough.

All those dreams she had
Dying, killing her, are just
Scattered on the floor.



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Zoya_Khan said...
Dec. 21, 2012 at 8:23 am
Nice :) :) :)
 
gossamergirl said...
May 16, 2012 at 6:18 pm

this is a really good piece 

i like your user name :)

 
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