Friday, December 2, 2011

Killed Comments

Rating: 4.8

If you take a rope and hang me from my neck
You wont hear me utter a sound trying to beg
If you put me in a closed room, let poison fumes role in
You wont here my crys that will make your ears sting
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Wilma Barnard
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Llinos Mared Evans 02 December 2011

i love it! It says evrything, how did you do this one, awsome!

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Kaia Grønnbæck 02 December 2011

A strong poem. Intense. I really like it!

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