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  • Death

    Red

    Red, dark lucious red.
    Every where; Red is all i see.
    Flowing from a once living person.
    Dripping off my hands.
    Red, soaked into my shirt.
    Through it is night,
    red is all i see.
    A man i knew quit well,
    lay still on the ground.
    In a red pool.
    Red, staining the earth.
    Punctured more than several times.
    Red flowing freely.
    Life gone from his eyes.
    Try to stop the red,
    with no avail.
    Wonder what madness
    took the man
    to do this to his brother?

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    TwilightLover commented on Red

    05-29-2009

    Dude awsome love it. Your poems are great. contact me when you can via here or by phone. Ok TTYL. talk to you later

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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