I must ask.. what are the wave of porcelain that could cause so much pain?
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The Eclectic Pen - Porcelain
By: Liberty U.
Date Submitted: 10/11/2007
Last Updated: 10/4/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 89
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| Porcelain is the waves theat crash upon my soul, Then burns like the sun and makes my blood run cold. These porcelain waves that pull me down through this sea, Make me cry as they try to take my life from me. As the color within pulls me down to the the death, I come to my sences and take my one last breath. This breath that i take within these waves of porcelain fear, Tastes like death which is sooning near. These porcelain waves that killed my soul, Killed my breath and now my bloods run cold. |
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