Breath Of Death Poem by Blanche Hardin

Breath Of Death



Hearts unaware of love forgotten,
Secrets of hate turn you rotten.
Fear all the same,
Death by your own game.
Crying these tears of pain,
As your blood leaves my heart a stain.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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