October 11, 200718 yr The end. Was. Near. The symptoms. Were. Clear. The turth. Sincere. Yet I felt. No fear. The final. Good Bye. Was Just. A lie. The. Final. Lie. Before. He. Died. She. Had. To know. Before. His Close. The truth. He must. Bestow. But. his steps. Too slow. He must. Tell Fleur. His vision. A blur. His words. A slur. He must. Tell her. His. Last. Step. On. Her. Doorstep. He slumped. On. The floor. His head. On. The door. His body. At rest. Dakrness. Possesed. Even. At death. His soul. CouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t rest. Pure boredom has lead me to wasting at least 30 minutes a day writing meaningless stories.
October 11, 200718 yr Oh don't be such a spoil sport, creative ramberlings got me though GCSEs and everything since and before then. Besides that it was a good poem and the struture very clearly made me read it slowly and decievely...the only bad part was the rhymes....a poem like this doesn't have to rhyme because it has a pattern...and repetion rarely works...and this was not one time it did...Sorry http://www.uzzisoft..../archimage.jpegWell I knew you wouldn't agree. I know how you hate facing facts.
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