Untitled.A Poem by krysdiamondsimple
The world covered in darkness
there's no way out of this game Only your shadows will commit crimes your souls will fly away into nothingness your body will be scattered onto the cement floors blood all over. Murder is what you make of it actions, thinking, waiting. Fin. © 2010 krysdiamondAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on September 18, 2010 AuthorkrysdiamondDelano, CAAboutI love being with people who are fun and kind. nature takes over my smell and my body also my mind and heart. Love is universal, music is in my heart. I love to eat different kinds of food. just over.. more..Writing
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