![]() ExistA Poem by Centipedle![]() Warning: ideologically sensitive.![]() They couldn't tell what they were doing.
With words like knives. They cut through the heart; Made it bleed out. Their words hurt more than any stone thrown, More than any broken bone known to man. Yet how could they know. Know that they were destroying something beautiful. Watching it fall from a height. Like an angel dropping out of heaven. But who knew an angel, Could be so red. © 2017 CentipedleAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 31, 2017 Last Updated on January 31, 2017 Author![]() CentipedleApple Valley, CAAboutHi, my name is Pedle as an online handle. Don't be afraid of my username! Note about reading your stuff. I try to review as much as I can if you are on my list below. But the best SURE way to get .. more..Writing
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