Moon Uzamki


Cut, Cutting, Dead - Poem by Moon Uzamki

She said a single tear
She thought one thought of her past
Sobbed, then with one stroke
She killed herself
And now she lays in her puddle of blood


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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