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| My (Un-finished); I was thinking. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 19 2008, 08:58 PM (105 Views) | |
| Kaiya | Jun 19 2008, 08:58 PM Post #1 |
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My My beauty is in my eyes. My innocence is in my face. My dark side is in my hair. And my evil is in my hands. My feet take me to places. My legs and arms go along. My torso carries everything. And my head is held high. My stomach gives me energy. My lungs bring in air. My mind keeps me going. And my heart is my sacrifice. My hair covers my face. My body is exposed, growing cold. My eyes leak with water. And I myself lies on the wet ground. I am not yet finished with this poem yet, but I was wondering if I could do anything to make it better and I hoped for a few suggestions as I add onto it. Edited by Kaiya, Jun 20 2008, 11:39 AM.
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