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Somber Like My Pain (Free verse) by TwilightDawned

Somber like my pain, So hate filled. like the oh so tortured moon light, My dreams are terror- taken anew, Wishes undone,fantasys broken, Goals once set,now shards on the walk way, The glass was once full, and is now more than empty, A scene so horrible, it'll make your head Splinter, My crys are dormant.

?-Dave_Mysterious-? 9-Jul-04/4:11 PM
I can only assume, given that you have spelled Splinter with a capital S, that you are referring to Splinter off of the Turtles. But what sight could be so horrible that it would make your head literally turn into Splinter off of the Turtles? This poem really doesn't stand up to scrutiny.




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