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Silky skin shimmers silver
Glowing palely in the moonlight
Naked, lying in the grass
Stars within her fixed, unseeing sight
It's as if she dan..
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I put the cocked gun to my head
Finger twitches on the trigger
But
Put it back under my pillow
Forget about it
I put the blade against my wrist..
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Quiet insanity
Sneaks in on subtle fingertips,
My blood-like budding lips
Seals our sin—-God's Forsaken Kiss.
Your whisper in my ear is like..
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A piece of metal in the flame
Twists and curves and bends
Writhing to escape.
Such is my soul--
Contorted, blackened, burnt
Into a wrinkled littl..
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The title is the first line.
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The title of the poem is actually the first line.
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A sad tale.
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My tears explode and shatterTo fall around me like glass shards.As sharp as unused razorblades,As translucid as dreams-- They descend --As they fall t..
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I don't often name my poems so the title is really the first line... It's a short poem about loneliness.
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Mine tiny line,
Has a shine,And straight align.
Mine tiny line,
As red as wine:
A salient sign.
Mine tiny line,Will entwineLike a vin..
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