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Poetry

Life is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.

Death

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by Ara-Song

by Ara-Song

White face

Thick glass

Dark fear

Light ice

Opposites connect

Life's gone

Constant night

Blue eyes

A broken melody

Written heartless and cold

Last cry

Red blood

Silver moonlight

Forget air

Girl alone

Quiet death

Hey guys :)This is basically the first draft of "Blue" and was my very first poem. It was what got me into it. So this poem is special to me.

Hope you like it :D