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i'm waring a black dress,and i dance,
listening to a sweet song that is yet so violent,
i listen to the hard echo,and my hair's straight,
my eyes are lined with black,my hairs over my
face,i listen to the words,how can you see thr-
ough my eyes like open doors it cries,i hear th-
e words wake me up inside and my ball-
et turns into steps of a puppet, my arms and
head fall, at the words save me the world feels
black
- by pom_pom_destruction |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 11/30/2008 |
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- Title: the black dancer
- Artist: pom_pom_destruction
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- Date: 11/30/2008
- Tags: black dancer
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Comments (5 Comments)
- BuckyKattLove - 07/31/2012
- Interesting format. You have a few typos and I don't think you break up a word that i one syllable even in a poem. It isn't a bad read.
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- babymoth - 01/19/2009
- sweet.......................................................
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- Acid Frenzy - 12/24/2008
- I hope you stop writing soon.
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- francel_joy - 12/13/2008
- you're weird....
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- Jeyrin - 11/30/2008
- I like it! 5/5
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