Walking Behind A BoxA Poem by Stella
I'm dressed in black,
walking behind a box. every feeling i ever felt about you, has been washed away, as been burned. Your gone, you've left this world, and you've taken me with you. Im no longer alive, i'm the walking dead. © 2010 Stella |
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