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Barren, desolated, cold, dead, like a decaying body. The world was dead. Except to one loner who never cared, and who could truly be left here to his own devices. Who needs friends?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Sci-Fi - Words: 118 - Published: 08-27-12 - id: 3053913
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the world lies rotten
it lies asleep
with my fingers on the windowpane
i see, i see
with my own little
fragile eyes
that the world is dark
and shattered
like my sanity
i have lived in a world
where i was always hated
where i was always scorned
where there was too many people
waiting to point
and laugh
and now i am all alone
as the world lies asleep
without the disgusting creatures that i've always hated
man
god has hated me
for too long
but now he changed his mind
as the earth is bare
like a naked woman
that i can love
with my own bruised thorny hands
the world lies asleep
for me
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