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Twelveby R L Jones (Scorpio) -She was killed....or died probably in mid-air falling like a ragdoll arms limp clutching perfect breasts. Blending neatly in the snow where strong arms had held her down pressing tight against that crumpled body. Blood seeped from the corner of rich red lips eyes fixed like glass. Forever seduced eyes, lips, body an image in my mind. R. L. Jones Author: R L Jones (Scorpio) - Reason: I wrote this poem because that's what I do, I write poetry. Actually it is a poem I wrote for my Independent Poetry Study at the university. IP: 199.1.24.11 POEM ID: 368 Edit this poem if it's ours. Add your comments about this poem. This poem has been shown 1 times. See more poems by this author. |
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