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May 13, 2010
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They Call Her suicide
They call her suicide
she wears a crooked grin
that stretches far and wide
Creeping through their veins
she is a fatal drip
paralyzing human minds
They call her suicide
she captures emotions
with pride
Many a young person’s love
has died, She’s crushed them
from inside
But will she repent in hell
no suicide is canny
she’ll bide her time
and strike again
her feminine wiles are many
— lou, May 13, 2010
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Critiques
Rhiannon
16 years ago
Wow
lou
16 years ago
Wow
Beauregard
16 years ago
I enjoyed the end rhyme
lou
16 years ago
Thanks
weirdelf
16 years ago
I'm glad you perceived a problem with the ending
shirley harrison
16 years ago
really great poem!
lou
16 years ago
Hi
magics02
16 years ago
Okay Lou
lou
16 years ago
Thanks
weirdelf
16 years ago
ah! So much better! Totally
lou
16 years ago
Thanks
Beauregard
16 years ago
superb update, Lou!
lou
16 years ago
Kelsey
hobo
16 years ago
nice write
lou
16 years ago
Hi
anonymous1
16 years ago
Great Poem
lou
16 years ago
Hi