"Death"

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  • kitten321
  • is feeling the creative blood coursing through my veins, filling me with my volatile passion.

"Death"

Death doesn't search for the worthy.
It lingers near the pure and joyous.
Leaving the depressed overly pained to be tortured.
Killing the faces showered wuth smiles rather than faces soaked with tears of bloody pain.
It takes the memorable and leaves the scarred and hopeless.
But why?

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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kitten321’s Poems (7)

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