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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
can you start to fear me when my candle starts to fade can you start to see me when im burning baby will i still make the same sound as you light the match and im soaked in gasoline but you'll never hear my scream.. because our love was never what it seemed ------------------ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Another painful, tragic one. (not autobiographical, I hope). Well written though! ------------------ Denise |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
Very good. It was a little different than the others, it was hinting at self mockery, I think. Very blunt, I liked it. ------------------ "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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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
It was painful. You have said it well, Jackal. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Tragic...sometimes nothing is what it seems at all...there is more unsaid in this poem that what is said, but it can be vividly read between the lines. Well done! ------------------ "The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anais Nin |
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