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Edge
Edge
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played,
She feels the urge to paint a world with blood.
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.
She dreams a world of red in every shade,
Would banish all the rainbow if she could.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played.
All trust now shredded, reason torn and frayed,
A hollow corpse where once a woman stood;
She watches moonlight dance along th...
Thursday 13th August 2009 12:49 pm
Silent Critic
in letters three feet high
across the bridge
they wrote
“KELLY MATTHEWS IS A WHORE”
and before
the paint was dry
Kelly carved
her sharp reply
in a deeper crimson shade
just two
short lines
as double edged
as Kelly’s blade
exposed the lie
that gave offence
- and their careless
use of tense.
Monday 9th February 2009 11:08 pm
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