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The wear and tear of daily life
Forces words to shape a knife.
Friendships questioned with a flame,
Reveals the true one who is lame.
A final shot when one is downed
Is like the last breath from the drowned.
Flashing mem’ries shoot the eyes
Show no truth, only lies.
The final string, on this mask,
Is torn and downed with the flask.
- by RyokushinYuroshima |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: The Final Straw
- Artist: RyokushinYuroshima
- Description: The newest poem I had written, the rhyming came easily.
- Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: rememberance
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