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Clockwork Lie
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Clockwork Lie |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
It wasn't fair to the boy, the way he looked up at him with his eyes like a breath falling from a sprinters mouth It wasn't fair to him the way his father kept leaving, kept throwing his suitcase in the car and drove so far, the streets began to lose tract of where he was headed. The boy kept hanging on to every promise, but every time, the door closed once more, and the boy sat and stared, pale and motionless, looking at the footprints that led up to the door. And one more time the father returned; He said I'll never leave again, so the boy went upstairs crying so he wouldn't hear the door close again. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
This is a tragic poem, sensitively writen. The title is perfect. Thank you, Tomer. |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Beautiful Write. |
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