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The Gutter Boy
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The Gutter Boy |
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Jeremy Halstead Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 569Morris, Ill. U.S.A 
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The Gutter Boy Belly down and defeated, I'm scratching my horrid way along the stinking, dirty curbside. "O! Death bring me your sweet release" I scream. My blackened eyes gaze about for any who hear my bloody cry. Just as the azure beyond couldn't be a fainter dream, I hear my awaited response. Another scream... from the sickly gutter in which lies my only hope. He peers up at my fortune through the sewage with a wide eyed admiration and longing that only the forgotten can know. I love him for being so wretched, for I am not. Jeremy Be it in the truest form, or a desperate lack thereof, fail not to understand that the inspiration is love. |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
this was the best of the ones i've read from you. i like the thought of the "azure" being so far away. i also like how the perspective changes to being thankful that you aren't as bad off as other people. good work! -alex now im alone, but not lonely like before |
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