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Monday, August 11, 2008

hmmm...

Peeking through the jagged hole
My cheek against the prickly wood
My ragged breathing slowly calms
With the scent of you so near

Out beyond the knobby wood
I squint my eyes to see
I hear so clear your enchanting voice
My heart is pounding so
I wish that you knew me

I poke my finger in the hole
To expand my narrow view
I utter a shriek as I prick my finger
And a drop of blood appears
I hope you didn't hear me

I am caught off guard by the blood,
surprised by its gentle warmth
A single teardrop slips down my face
My world is now a blur
And you don't even care

**This is kinda a creepy poem.. i must say... I wrote it for my English class last year..but i sttill love the vivid imagery it creates in my head**

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