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Land Mines
By Lemons
The world is full of empathy,
and other words to round up my vocabulary
Feeling is not some kind of tragedy
a refreshing play where we all end up dead;
And your apathy
translates to me as
land mines in my favored field,
a garden built to make me heal,
I wish to plant my deflowers
but every flower is perishing
because there’s gun powder in the dirt.
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© 2006 Lemons
Published on Sunday, November 5, 2006.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, December 15, 2011, Mari
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Wow, I feel like I was reading something real. Not just something that sounded good.
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A former member wrote:
superb images and iconic allegory....with gritted teeth and crossed fingers, this felt wired and trapped shut.
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On Wednesday, October 10, 2007, blue
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Seriously, you are giving me goosebumps with these wholly affecting writes of yours. Superb. Beyond so. ~b
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On Saturday, June 23, 2007, capt_funguy
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this was great ... clarity with a flashpoint in a language that tells me what i want to hear, in a way i love to hear it ... great, great .... funguy
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