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Battlefield, Girl. (Free verse) by LucidRevelation

I'm going to let this flow, grow. Throwing it all into my fates rusty hands. You inhibit my; caress my; soothe my; create my; touch my; Mind. You've got that one-of-a-kind face, body, mind. Your head full of your own daily grind... that you forget to think about mine. In my dreams I kiss your Child-like persona that I hate so much to love. So, little girl Child of so many yet lost amongst the rest It's true. You possess me, you arrest me... Now, you keep me.

Quarton 8-Jul-04/11:58 AM
Forget the rhyme and try free verse. Also, an economy
of words would improve this. Try to say more with less words.




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