I am as the blade of grass
Trying to live as the autumn drags on;
The frost of a swift winter
Descends upon me every night,
Reminding me
Of things that I cannot escape.
The death of innocence,
The dawn of winter,
The tears of blood.
I feel that I cannot escape.
Victoria B.
Oct 22nd, 2009
















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