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First the colors-
Dark blood red.
Then the humans-
Screaming gone dead.
I have no regrets,
I have no remorse,
For the people who died,
For the soul of this corpse.
I am a result.
Nothing more.
I am a result.
Down to the core.
I am a result.
Of the humans I reap.
I am a result.
And their souls I shall keep.
- by Undying Cow |
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- | Submitted on 03/18/2012 |
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- Title: A Result
- Artist: Undying Cow
- Description: This is a found word poem that I had to write using phrases and sentences from Markus Zusak's The Book Thief.
- Date: 03/18/2012
- Tags: result
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- CountessNephry - 03/25/2012
- As I said twice I adore it ^^ it's a beautiful poem
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