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My nervous, bleeding heart flutters
Against the sound of the rushing current
Loud like a war drum, sad funeral music
Fills my ears as I look into your eyes

I glance, then stare, then wonder
What it is you want from me
And why you just won’t speak to me
Or dare, perhaps, to try to understand

Coral pink lips on porcelain skin
Spell my name, please,
And breathe some life into me
Before you leave, dear

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I really enjoyed that @ZombiePupper.
Lots of really cool poems lately on the forum.
It would be neat to maybe compile the poems from certain periods to document them.

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Thank you! I agree about there being lots of awesome poetry on lately!

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Your poetry is amazing.

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