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Free verse № 69657

Die

Member since 2003 · Posted 10 Oct 2003 · 1 comment

I bleed into the fountain, And watch the water turn, An almost golden crimson, As I watch the fresh cut burn. My eyes deceived me, My mouth went dry, My life has ended, I'd been left to die.

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[n/a] Shuushin 11-Oct-03/5:37 AM Reply
... and not a drop to drink.

I like it - I would like it more if the word "almost" killed itself.

maybe replace it with another modifier. like "gentle", or sumfin.