My VineA Poem by Rubyheart_shatteredLove is a vine, and my heart it grips Pain is a vine, on which blood drips Hope is a vine, that kills in fits Death is a vine, and my soul it strips. © 2012 Rubyheart_shattered |
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1 Review Added on September 15, 2012 Last Updated on September 15, 2012 AuthorRubyheart_shatteredPensacola, FLAboutI'm young, I'm hurt, I'm never alone, but always that way. more..Writing
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