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Surreal
Author: Weapon  PM
An odd poem. A little dark, but it suits me.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 27 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-15-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2291003
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Dark, in brooding, dusty rooms
The clocks tick away what little I have,
And laugh at the decaying hour
While crows shake their heads.
A pity, this.
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