
these twisted vines that bar my fate
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 62 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-19-05 - id: 2072337
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this baren soil
this land of dust
cracked and broken
like an old clay cup
it bears the memories
of lives come past
it hold the tears
of dry remorse
memories entombed
within a cage of musk
heart beating
carressed by dust
the strangled gasps
your only breaths
you scream until
there's nothing left
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