deadA Poem by Jane DoeDead, Motionless, Cold, And paler than the blanket of snow that covers new york every year, Dead, Blood spattered, Dark, Dead, No cry for help, For you are dead to me, goodbye. © 2009 Jane Doe |
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2 Reviews Added on October 11, 2009 AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
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