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Dress of orange.

i knew it was you when i saw the dress of orange
i knew it was you because of the sound the sound of the door henge
i never fixed that metal of silver
you stubled, i cried, i scream out SOMEONE HEAL HER!

you bleed to death in front of my eyes
this fucking door i despise
it lets the creatures in
and hate out
fuck this world i begin to shout

but i get inturupted
as my love stands back up
looks at me and smiles
and tells me its alright
then lays back down and dies.

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On Tuesday October 30th, 2007, Mab (970) writes:

hmm..intersting to say the least.It felt rather rushed.Slow down and take the time to spell check :)

On Tuesday October 30th, 2007, Theappleofyoureye (461) writes:

this is... a kind of mysterious bluntness... i like it.

On Tuesday October 30th, 2007, Loketha Angel (152) writes:

This is a rather odd piece. I liked it for it did not seem to have a forced rhyme structure (good) but at the same time it was not my sort of work. Suppose I am a little different is all. Good work anyways. ~Angel

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