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DEATH (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1 death awaits you like a lion ready to strick
death huants your every move
blakend heart and hardend face
as death takes your very soul
the flower withers and falls to the ground
moisterizing deaths evil stare.
do you wait until death beats you by?
worry about your own heart which flickers in the dark.
Up the ladder:
short clip about dc, #2
Down the ladder:
The Blind Senses
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Posted: December 5, 2004 4:18 PM PST; Last modified: December 5, 2004 4:44 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.537883 Overall Rank: 2517 Comments:
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travelingsk8er @ 68.7.187.148
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5-Dec-04/6:10 PM
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deep.....real deep
Five misspelled words.
The last line is preachy and better omitted.
Did you mean "strick?"
Alright; you are dyslexic. Nothing to be ashamed of and it's definitely curable. But I'd like my enamel to last a little longer so I better steer clear from your poetry from now on...
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