Mrs. Vicious Demon

When the leaves have all fallen and turned
away to brown. The wind will stop blowing
and they won't make a sound. All the animals
that once roamed the lands will take shelter
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Abandoned for death

Left out in the cold.
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Sitting alone with head in hand
Thinking about her life.
Wondering just how she lost it
She thought she was his wife.
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Memories tear at my soull, like
rips on paper. Actions scatter my thoughts
like angry words. And like my thoughts
on those rips of paper my words are
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Everyone listsen..........

Do you hear it? It's me crying.
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Your a rose in the garden sitting on a bush scared and

confused and with every breathe you take a moment passes
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I don’t have much to say really
So I speak through my poems
When I open my mouth to speak nothing
Comes out; but when I open my book and hold
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Like kites without tails,
Like beaches without shells.
Like schools without teachers,
Like football fields without bleachers.
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Cutting-what a rush! As the blade and me touch.

The blood rushing through my viens, leaks
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