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The Circle
By charliebrown
Flesh eats flesh
From mounds of bones,
Some lay dead,
While
others moan.
They fill their bellies
Good and stout,
A heart still pumps,
Rip it out.
Vultures prey
On
half dead skin,
The circle meets
Then starts again.
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Copyright 2010 charliebrown
Published on Thursday, April 22, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "The Circle"
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A former member wrote:
AHH. Shivers again. Dead things about and around and even possibly in. Well written though. I absolutely breathed the stanza, "A heart still pumps, Rip it out." Which is probably what gave my creeper ass the chills. I liked it. Moar.
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On Saturday, April 24, 2010, Rowan
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wrote:
Very nice. Short, but a good read. It flowed so well and it made me shiver. I've never seen the circle of life played out in such a gruesome way before. I guess it is unforgiving. Write on.
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A former member wrote:
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn. The desert will claim us all one day. +tpu+
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On Thursday, April 22, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806) wrote:
Well done, the circle of life... you weren't watching the lion king were you?...lol... Fine imagery, a nice read... thanks
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