The Puddle
by Nathan Jan 12, 2008
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The night was youngue, the blood was fresh, after she stepped into the room noticing that she had made footprints in a puddle of a crimson red liquid she yelled out why. Seeing him laying on the ground with a note stained with blood saying ill oways love you.. |
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15 years ago
So short and sad but i like it. good work
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15 years ago
Wonderfull poem i love it.
"The night was young, the blood was fresh"
a really strong intoduction. 5/5
