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Saturday, March 13, 2010

This [[poem]]

Slowly drifting.
Baby, strike it.
Strike it, hard.
My eyes enclose visions of the past.
Devouring my sense of logic that swarms into my mind.

Sharpen this dull blade, lets make things right.
Young heart held by such lying hands.
A human in awe with an illusion of pure,
perfection.

A girl holding her strength in as words fill her fears.

Scream
When she deciphered the words,
leading to such targedy.
shes not the one, nor will become.
Whats the imperfections which lead blood to run,
against this cold, harsh, air.
Smiles and frowns reminense.
Drifiting and waiting.
You're the main cause,
the only cause.
The cause,
of this death,
of this life,
of this tragedy,
of this.

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