A killer's clueA Poem by paperdaydreams
The other night I heard her,
Sitting with the books was she. Singing a soft song, But I think you will agree: She just has to be silenced, In a library you cannot speak. Don't you all fear though, I'll muffle her last shriek. © 2013 paperdaydreams |
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Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on June 17, 2013 Author
paperdaydreamsUnited KingdomAboutHiya, my names immy ((short for imogen, but no one ever calls me that))... basically I'm a fifteen year old who daydreams too much; It's what I do best so I wondered if I could translate my imaginatio.. more..Writing
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