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Autumn Nightmare
Poetry, written in blood upon crisp autumn leaves.
It's freezing here.
Wind caresses my cheek like a cold lovers last kiss.
Dying tree's with lips that beg, and limbs that snare,
Come to carry me to my grave!
My heart, it bares the branches wicked scar's.
Poetry, in liquid form.
It's freezing here.
Wind caresses my cheek like a cold lovers last kiss.
Dying tree's with lips that beg, and limbs that snare,
Come to carry me to my grave!
My heart, it bares the branches wicked scar's.
Poetry, in liquid form.
Published 15th Oct 2010
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16th Oct 2010 4:37am
16th Oct 2010 9:18pm
Thank you!
I'm really glad to hear it.
This was written for a poetry contest themed "Autumn Nightmare", but the challenge was that the piece had to be no more and no less then 50 words.
12th Dec 2010 6:35am
