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The Game of Life
By ExaCute
alone she sits
as gental breeze blows, through her hair
a mindles game she plays, but no one cares
with hated
love, she loves alone
with faded dreams, is left a hated
scene
with sadden eyes, she looks to the sky
to find
nothing there but lies
to hide the truth behind, her brown
eyes
to continue to live her life as a lie
alone
she sits and cries
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Copyright 2012 ExaCute
Published on Sunday, May 6, 2012.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Monday, May 7, 2012, veingo
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wrote:
This place can be just the kind of company she needs... Welcome to the vally... ^V^
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On Sunday, May 6, 2012, FadedBlues
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...in the last line: the scholar in me says 'crys' sb 'cries', but the poet says the word looks kinda cool & comfortable sitting there the way it is...
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