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the grim

i always thought that this meant something more,

something with meaning i couldnt ignore,

the hearts unfold,

meanings erode,

skin withered away,

our souls left to stay,

lost in a fire,

our lives on a single wire,

loveless,

dancing in a gruesome fight,

crosses turned,

people to be burned,

as the people cry,

they know its time to die,

for the grim reaper

is the soul keeper.

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chloe-landrum
Austrian
Published
Jan 26, 2010
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