nights cover sun
light and kill little hearts
which were glowing gold and nervous
Cinquain, Death, Depression, Emptiness, Failure, Lost, Nothingness, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on October 16, 2011 - 9:50 am
They all thought it was gold but as it circulated through the veins, it was junk.
#2 by Evelyn on October 17, 2011 - 12:21 pm
its a CINQUAIN!! and honest to God CINQUAIN!!
#3 by Carl on October 17, 2011 - 11:28 pm
It was a study. I need lots of practice to learn this.
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