SURVIVAL (Free Style)
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~Survival~
(Free Style)
Everything good is lost
Counted them anywhere I went
In a rose vase they lay frosted
With all my tears they descend
My heart is no more content
I can no longer about this pretend…
My soul hear all their torment
No matter where again I went
In the streets I feel their pulse
To run is my first impulse
But I cover my eyes instead with repulse
With black ink on paper I hear again their pulse
Again with life they breathe alive
More and more they come and later just survive.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladypd2000
copyright@2011
November,12,2011
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