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What am I?
Where am I?
Who am I?
I reach out my hand
I touch ice...
Why am I nothing but ice?
I touch your skin
I touch warmth...
Please....
Warm me...
Do I deserve this?
Blood is on my hands
On my soul
Please...
Do not subject yourself
to my filth.
Why are you coming down to me?
Stay above.
Stay pure...
Stay away from me...
Please...
Love me...
- Title: Dirtied
- Artist: iGarlic
- Description: Something I just put together.
- Date: 11/12/2008
- Tags: dirtied
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Spock-pointy ears and all - 04/19/2009
- Very good poem, i like it
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- Minni Meg - 04/04/2009
- its really good!
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- Catzlover - 04/02/2009
- Its Good,Well Done~!
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- Jellybean Julie - 02/14/2009
- nice poem
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- shika-kun-2012 - 02/08/2009
- this poem makes no sense but you at least tried to work hard on it ill give you partial credit
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- Adriana Pineda - 01/16/2009
- wow its really good but shouldn't it be in poems
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