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| Teen Poetry #2 |
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Hand on the soul..... |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
hand on the soul dripping with anger and sadness untold speaking for hours to an empty,dirty room building the loss feeling everything in bright bold relief the tomb is the world leave a little sanity everywhere heaven in an eye rigid....jaded until the day we die.. |
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4eva_at_heart Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 238 |
i like this.....the way you've worded it is very powerful  well done Bec |
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