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Summer
Underneath,
upside down.
Face in the grass,
Forgotten in a garden of dreams
I grow enough, only so I can be considered once alive
In death; I am not buried
I am not mourned
I simply...
...blow away
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| You really do have a knack for Poetry. Most poetry makes me sick, but I have really enjoyed yours so far. If you want to make your writing really strong, you should lock your fiancee in a cage for the next two weeks and see how that makes you feel. What emotions that might evoke. |
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| You really do have a knack for Poetry. Most poetry makes me sick, but I have really enjoyed yours so far. If you want to make your writing really strong, you should lock your fiancee in a cage for the next two weeks and see how that makes you feel. What emotions that might evoke. |
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-10-18 18:24
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| Stunning. Don't change a single word. IMO, it's perfect, and I rarely say that about anything. I hate this time of year, which makes this more poignant to me. Wonderful! Bookshelved. :) T. |
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