Teen Poetry #8 |
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about things we leave |
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Desisava New Member
since 2008-08-12
Posts 1 |
Ink A memory of all my dreams a trace of all my fears A stain of every ofmy hopes Of all my losts in here... That`s all what`s left There to see A stain from things I keept A stain dark and weak That ink can not get off I paint whit it so many years But in a minute I stopped Looked at the stain and thinked How many blanked papers How many, many wasted ink For what – something I belived in For what – for somethyng dink… |
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