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tore up the pull-down map

by noisee 0 reviews

(May 03/06) IT'S ABOUT WAR. the end.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG - Genres: Drama - Published: 2007-07-10 - Updated: 2007-07-10 - 97 words

tore up the pull-down map

farther, we run
sadder, we become

fall into the sun
rescue from noone

tripping into the sky
air filled with silent cries

mute rattling, offspring flowers
once strong, once principal, cowers

dusk leaves no light shone
standing guard 'til dawn

seperate to save
sleeping in a grave

watch as the bones crack
hands tied behind your back

tears that fill a palm
storm that has no calm

sobbing, scarlet in the dust
here, there's no such thing as trust

sand steals your eyes, darkness the end
but the sun comes up again
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