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The Crimson River MAG

By Anonymous

   The malice

of the crime

was too

much to bear.

I never asked

why nor do

I think that

I will ever dare.

The Blood

poured from

his wounds,

it made

me shudder

and shiver.

The blood

collected

on the ground

and formed a

crimson river.

The man

had dreams

and hopes

but those

have gone

to wither.

The corpse lay

gripping the

knife which

killed him;

a handled

metallic sliver.





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on Oct. 27 2011 at 1:17 pm
Natasha1994 SILVER, Arizona City, Arizona
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very dark poem but i like

Krystin BRONZE said...
on Mar. 1 2010 at 9:50 pm
Krystin BRONZE, Ahwatukee, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
~Smile whenever you can...you never know who might be falling in love with it~

Kind of dark but good(: