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Thursday, 2 June 2011

A bit of my poetry

She fell into the black abyss that was her mind, 
Its dark fingers suffocate her and drag her down. 
They reach down her throat and claw at her heart,
Until her very soul bleeds rose red.


- Georgia MacLeod



Posted by Georgia at 08:49
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