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This poem is untitled and the writer’s name is listed as Alone.
i found it on some random site...so i did not write it ,all the other poems in my journal are my own tho.
two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assasin ... who does it for fun.
two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away...i'm done.
two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears...like the setting sun
 RisaIsaFox · Mon Jul 13, 2009 @ 07:49pm · 0 Comments |
