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[title] => Sera's Black Velvet Box
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[bodytext] => Sera was a kind girl, on the outside But inside, who knew what was brewing in her mind Deep inside her, where her darkest wishes Wishes of death, violence and murder to all A sinister being was growing in her that would Make these horrible wishes happen In her room, Sera’s walls were pained a coral pink But in a shadow filled corner was a box A locked box covered with black velvet The real color of my heart she though She smiled with the most demonic of smiles A key was in her hand, and she unlocked the box Sera’s invisible wishes are in there Her hand reached in the box and Grabbed one from it Ah yes, time to this one happen Sera then laughed, like a cackling old crone I don’t know why my dear Sera had bloomed into evil, It was like a demon had jumped into her On Saturday it was a quiet, normal day It would be a day like no other A day of slaughter, blood and tears It was a sure mistake to keep a gun in the house The gun was fully loaded with just enough to kill Perfect, simply perfect she said The sky seemed to darken as she pleasantly walked Down the street and into her small town In which she lived, and hated as well What did these older people ever do to her? They never paid attention to this sinning girl She was only twelve, not even a teen, and capable of murder [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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