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Tuesday, December 12, 2006


a rose
i hold a rose; it wilts in my hand
it's red rimmed in black,
well, not really black, more of a pinkish gray
her hair was like that, like the rose's edge
and her eyes were unique
yellow, like the sun; soft, like light
and her smile was like clouds, soft and bright.
i miss her so.
tears escape my eyes, blood escapes my hand.
thorns cut my palm like her love cut my soul
she could've lived, she could've been free
but she chose death over her own life.
she died to save someone she loved,
a human, a demon, me.



a sad poem kurama whispers at layla's grave. the moon cam out an she needed a soul. her father tricked kurama into giving layla his soul. so kurama kissed layla while she slept and died. layla loved him so much that she returned hi soul and sucked out her own soul out, the human part. but that was half her soul, the half she couldn't live without. so she died and kurama lives on in pain. but then layla was reincarnated into the human world w/ amnesia.

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