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Green Grass

No one made a sound,
As her tears hit the ground.

Mumbling incoherent thoughts,
Dreams of future plots.

Thier luaghter rang through her soul,
As her breath grew still and cold.

An internal mask,
Hidden in the green grass.

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Aug 19th 2006
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angst general human nature loneliness narrative sad sadness
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Another one of my older poems. This one is also from my old account.


Peace and Love.

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