No place to go
Under darkheaven I stand,red stains on my shirt.
My eyes turned white.
You made me scream.
I saw your knife
and got paralysed.
I can't hide
I cant't run
I have no place
to run at.
Poetry by Calle
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Written on 2006-01-05 at 23:53
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