The Black Puddle Poem by Ashley Hall

The Black Puddle



My tears run down like razor blades,
Leaving no scars, visible scars behind...
AS the black river streams down my face
They trickles off my face like black raindrops
They drop...
They ripple the black puddle like a rock being dropped into a pond...


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Ashley Hall

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