A FriendA Poem by Eliza PleasantI was bored and, for just finishin HBP, thinking about death. Sounds a bit macabre, but that's me! Enjoy!At times, I am frightened, and yet, knowing, of Death. At night, the mention of Death, would haunt and terrorize me. But, At moments, I know that Death is only a friend waiting for you to come into his House. At times, I respect Death.
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4 Reviews Added on July 7, 2009 Last Updated on November 22, 2009 AuthorEliza PleasantLubbock, TXAboutMy dreams have taken a complete U-Turn. I still have a slight glimmer, a little bit showing that I want to write for a living. So, here's that glimmer. I have lived a number of years that has offer.. more.. |

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