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What am I?
Where am I?
Who am I?
I reach out my hand
I touch ice...
Why am I nothing but ice?
I touch your skin
I touch warmth...
Please....
Warm me...
Do I deserve this?
Blood is on my hands
On my soul
Please...
Do not subject yourself
to my filth.
Why are you coming down to me?
Stay above.
Stay pure...
Stay away from me...
Please...
Love me...
- Title: Dirtied
- Artist: iGarlic
- Description: Something I just put together.
- Date: 11/12/2008
- Tags: dirtied
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Comments (4 Comments)
- BearyViolet - 12/17/2008
- This is a really melancholy poem! I absolutely love it though...
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- rockingkari - 11/25/2008
- great work AND PLEASE PEOPLE DONT TAKE HER HARD EARNED WORK!!!
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- Invader the Great - 11/12/2008
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- Renata-hime - 11/12/2008
- Wow, it's impressive for something you threw together. I love how it seems somewhat disjointed and yet at the same time, there's a common thread running throughout. Well done!
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