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Little Bones
By Circe Avalon
Devils child, Childs play
Can you see the raining hell today?
Massive scars of painted dreams
Lullabies are heated things
Playground made of jagged glass
Careful don't fall on your ass
Can these bleeding eyes not cry?
Children's tears fall from the sky
Wounded knees on the skipping stones
Lay canvases of little bones
Screaming little voices near
Make your ear drums bleed from fear
Haggard voices whispering fast
Taunting you with toys of the past
Do you want your doll today?
Or should I just throw it way?
Quiet anger fills the room
The only haven is the tomb
A pocket full of poises dear
For your bedtime does draw near
A pill for some restful sleep
And may your little eyes cease to peep
Kindergarten wishes dear
May the cradle of the dead draw near
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Copyright 2004 circeavalon
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On Tuesday, June 12, 2007, Moonflower
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wrote:
oh this is just amazing. again. the flow was perfect and synchronized wondefully with the words and rhyming.this is definitly a fave. ;)
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A former member wrote:
"Kindergarten wishes dear
May the cradle of the dead draw near"
nice... a very unique topic, and it definitly payed off. nice write
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A former member wrote:
I agree w/Mystic here. This should be used in a movie soundtrack for dialogue.
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A former member wrote:
I like this write, awesome job.
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On Thursday, September 9, 2004, mysticventures
(538) wrote:
kindergarten hell for sure!!!
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A former member wrote:
*gasps* this is like playground hell. *enjoys the scenary* nicely done.
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A former member wrote:
this poem had nice rhythm. I was singing it in my head as I read it.
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