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Published: 2009-07-27 05:35:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 501; Favourites: 18; Downloads: 17
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Oh how these ghost screamyour voice twisting my heart
In ways I dare not speak
Cold wire cuts deep
Black blood and dew
The only kind of love
Dries up with
the morning dew
In haunting silence
I really fell in love with this. Even if it was like 80 degree's outside it reminds me of a late October morning. So cold and heartless yet beautiful. I snuck in my neighbors yard for this!
The 'silence' part of this comes from my favorite time of day. When it is neither day or night and there's no sound. I like to walk around. Its like I'm the only one in the world besides the ghost.
Photo and poem: Me
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Comments: 8
Darkness1-2 In reply to TwistedDragon94 [2009-09-03 00:11:16 +0000 UTC]
Yay for the fence XD
Thanks
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TwistedDragon94 In reply to Darkness1-2 [2009-09-03 00:13:13 +0000 UTC]
fo shizzle my nizzle
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Xx-Bloody-Angel-xX [2009-08-15 23:03:35 +0000 UTC]
You know how you can have both words and pictures like in this one (you dont have to read it, its just and in example: [link] ) Maybe you could do that, because, that way they understand the greatness in your work, because once again (stupid sloth), people are lazy. > : P
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Darkness1-2 In reply to Xx-Bloody-Angel-xX [2009-08-15 23:40:12 +0000 UTC]
Yeah I know I just don't like to though.
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