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Carbon.Monoxide.
When I crumpled it between my fingers
and held it to the lighter,
it smelt rustic.
I didn't want t... |
| Anger Poems | Posted: 07/05/2004 @ 4:51pm |
My Apocalypse
Blood stains on my sleeves.
A cold chill blankets me.
Knuckles bruised,
Self abuse.
Nothing to do.
No... |
| Depression Poems | Posted: 07/04/2004 @ 3:53pm |
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