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Free verse № 920

he is dead

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Apr 2002 · 4 comments

he is dead, his blood spilled silly, sporadic puddles of his life, the street drinks it in. i did not know him, god, who was he?

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[6] deleted user 9-Apr-02/1:40 AM Reply
don't think you need the first line
[4] nentwined 12-May-02/8:32 PM Reply
a nice thought, but wasn't portrayed as well as it could have been. there's not enough structure/flow for me to feel.
[6] horus8 16-Aug-02/12:08 PM Reply
kiesar soshia...
[6] horus8 16-Aug-02/12:08 PM Reply
kiesar soshia...