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A poem
By Full blame
It is only a piece of art
It is only a piece of scrawl
It could never be you
It could never be the ocean
lapsing
proximate
It is not the sun on your face
not a year in whirling
flight
It is not the bookend of tragedy
nor victory, the last
breath
It is not the body pulling you to earth
It is not the
breath that measures expanse
It is not a chair in plain view of
you
it is not the sweet flowers you would want
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Copyright 2004 V. Mac
Published on Friday, November 26, 2004.
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A former member wrote:
you are definatly a good writer I am going to read more
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On Sunday, December 5, 2004, Silent Assassin
(108)
wrote:
Extrememly powerful write. It was just incredible. I loved it.
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On Saturday, December 4, 2004, DoctorAsh
(371) wrote:
damn - ::::places a price tag on this poem::: - if i could put a name on this write to discribe it, it would be. "Carthage" . this influence belongs in evey home.
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On Wednesday, December 1, 2004, purr_verse
(1053) wrote:
the way this piece just suddenly stops is immensely effective. Understated and powerful write. Great work.
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A former member wrote:
well written
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A former member wrote:
wow. i liked that alot. good job
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On Friday, November 26, 2004, A Broken Soul
(80) wrote:
wow. my expecations were low. but that was truely simply wonderful! so well related to. good job! ^autumn^
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