A murder
Crimson river flowing
From her
Wrist as her body lays lifeless
And empty
A cracked shell, of what once was
Her soul
Is gone away, flown away
To join
The many of the murder
~JL
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Just A Poem Book
PoetryThis is just a poems that I wrote for fun. So do not be shocked if they aren't the best things ever written.
