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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
the last thing she said, as she lay so quiet, so dead, was never let anyone bring you down, it was hard to live with her, harder to stay afloat, in this moat, almost like quicksand, this all brings me down, to where it lies, it needs no description, its there you see, no perhaps you dont, because your not guilty like me, and im falling below, the sand, too late to help, im not worth it anyway, take her pain , keep it safe, i might want it back someday ------------------ |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
you did it again! Can I have permission to share your poetry with outhers? ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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