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Published: 2007-07-06 01:03:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 69; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Track the path I make,Until your limbs are cold and weak,
Through the thick and clustered forest
During twilight's pitch black keep
Your lungs will heave,
And your struggling heart will pound,
With eyes nervously shifting all about
My feet pad lightly against the ground,
While your feet laggardly follow
Hoping to rest your weary head on a comfortable pillow,
You drift into an illusionary scene,
Only to be shattered
By you,
Stumbling over your own feet
Comments: 4
toxicpoet [2007-07-06 16:35:50 +0000 UTC]
The 4th and last stanzas are my favourite. I like it! ^^
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