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[title] => Springtime And Blood
[time] => 2003-11-20 13:18:07
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[bodytext] => In the sunlit skies and fields of tall grass the young girl runs around aimlessly drenched in springtime and blood. As the sky changes to a dimmer blue she is picking flowers by the river bank and closer to death. She cuts herself twice for the memories and future thoughts, she cries not because of the pain it causes, but bcause of th flowers pain. They are bleedng.The sky now turns to grey as the girl starts to dance on a marrionette. Afterwards she retires back to the river bank to ponder her myths and age.She falls asleep. Awoken at the blackest point of night, her wounds not healed only stopped and cleansed.She puts a foot in the water and the cold crawls like a bug she is closer now than she has ever been.Now up to her waist in water,what do you say to the girl who likes to hurt herself? She will only heed your advice as pins and needles, as her skin turns blue and purple. Neck deep now and inches to go,her face like a colorfull and blank canvas, as the flowers float beside along with her wishes and dreams all she can say is "It's to late". As she goes under they all watch, her family, her freinds, anyone she has annd will ever care for. No one sheds a tear, they only go back to the field to collect her heart still sitting there underneath the blue skies and springtime. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Eraserhead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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