Final kiss

by josh mills   Sep 23, 2005


Blood dripping to the floor as it starts to pour,as my sister opens the door her screams rise to a roar,
the final kiss of the knife might as well be a scythe coming to claim my life.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Gesselle Valle

    Great poem...you know, I think it really doen't matter the size of the poem...your poem are really good 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by josh mills

    Thanks

  • 18 years ago

    by Leona

    Wow good job i like it
    leona

  • 18 years ago

    by josh mills

    Hope u like this one

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