Author: monster dia PM
he died, we mournedRated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 57 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-22-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2521120
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It was there,
Heart-colored in his hand;
A memory, a shadow, a kind of
Melancholy scar that would not go away.
for eternity still.
With cardinal eyes, he wept
It was a tangerine victory,
for eternity still
And sin has never tasted better.