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Binding Leather

Tied in a room, left for dead, the leather restraints cut deep, into the flesh of my head.

Taken against my will, a life not worthy to save, a breeze adds to the chill, the blackness of this grave.

My body goes numb, gray fills my sight, my final call, no escape from death this night.

ronin67

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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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