House of NightA Poem by What happened to simple old me?
she controls like the wind, separating between branches, toiling
among leaves, breaking away seeds. Pulling up roots, dismantling beauty.
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Added on January 8, 2011 Last Updated on January 8, 2011 Author
What happened to simple old me?United KingdomAbout'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..Writing
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