Death of a B*****dA Poem by *~Imperfectly Me~*I hate snow... I think this explains just how much.
His blood is like scattered leaves Strewn across the grass Children trying to believe His b*****d life will last
She stands over the body Big round and dead Her laugh is like Drusilla As she rips off Frosty's head... © 2009 *~Imperfectly Me~*Featured Review
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Added on November 11, 2009Author*~Imperfectly Me~*In the Shadows of Imagination, COAbout***~~***IF YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND PLEASE REVIEW SOMETHING OF MINE FIRST***~~*** I accept that i am imperfect... I am proud of it... It's in our imperfections that make us who we are... they.. more..Writing
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