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This poem came suddenly after a horrible nightmare about abortion.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 65 - Published: 01-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2629090
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Though I'm a mountain
Still do I cry
The bleeding wounds
Run down my sides
Though my RESOLVE is STRONG
My body is weak
I'm the Mountain of Ruble
Who is coming down!
Cascading NIGHT skies
Contain many starry,
Crying eyes
Captured by their disguise
But don't look now!
Their bodies are all
BLACKED OUT
By the wanting of a hidden Genocide
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