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The naughty glass cut your neck,
Bleeding warm & wet.
Do stop those foolish tears
My pretty, pretty, little pet.

Glass is quite abrasive-
I taste just how you feel.
Shards digging deeper, hard,
Gashing open to reveal.

Who will care for the flowers,
Now that you are gone?
But both of us were quite aware,
I was Queen & you were pawn.


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The following comments are for "A Game of Chess"
by Edens_wench

savage simplicity

I usually detest rhyming poetry but every once in a while I find one I like and this is one of them. The simplicity of the rhyme sceme complimited the brutality of the images you used. Good job.


( Posted by: Bartleby [Member] On: January 26, 2004 )

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