Sweet Dead FriendA Poem by GypsieOh, how I could kill you, Let me ponder the ways. Life for you means nothing I could just shorten your days. It would be easy To just stop your heart. It could be sleazy I could play a good part. For your breath to depart It wouldn’t take much. To kill you softly Just a quick little touch. Your end is quite near Not much to be said. It is very clear You’re best when you’re dead. © 2012 GypsieFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on July 12, 2011 Last Updated on July 10, 2012 AuthorGypsieSpokane, WAAboutLooking for something with substance; something that fills the senses, drawing you in, wrapping you within its web ever so gently, unknowingly. Then by the time you realize it, you have been entangled.. more..Writing
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