A/N This is a oh-so-sudden poem that I spontaneously thought up. So I do hope you enjoy. Oh yeah, and the poem kind of centers around Hueco Mundo.
Poem title: The Primal Fear
Disclamir: I don not own Bleach. But I do claim Grimmjow in his kitty release form!
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Time is Gone.
Happiness has Faded.
And we are Left standing in the dark
Once again.
The Crescent moon Will Always
Shine bright.
And the wind will be our only form
Of life.
Oh, How our hearts Have drownded in
Our own sins.
A/N welp I hope you liked that short little poem(for some reason I just find it plain depressing) any ways please review, R &R , or what ever you do.
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