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She knew that only the light at the end of the tunnel could guide her.
Feeling
Touching
Grabbing
The walls slippery as the sparkle of water itself
Never had she been surrounded by fear it self tearing at her skin
Letting the dark grasp her but she knew she needed the light
Twisted, evil, beastly hands grabbed at her with their
slimy
greasy
black
foul
claws.
- by Bush-Wack Bill |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/06/2008 |
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- Title: Twisted
- Artist: Bush-Wack Bill
- Description: This poem describes wat sum ppl go through n their life. Ur lookin 4 that light at the end of the tunnel. The problems u think never go away grab at you- bringing u closer...only u can decide ur fate...
- Date: 12/06/2008
- Tags: evil scared light tunnel twisted
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Bush-Wack Bill - 12/08/2008
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razz thnx
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- Silver Miracle - 12/06/2008
- thats nice
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