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A Beautiful Pain (Free verse) by timtonio

My mind left to anarchy. Scratches on the chalkboard, Reminders of a painful past. Your kind bathes in serenity. Dashes on the chalkboard, Indicators of a painless future. We find little commonality. A blank chalkboard, A divided past, a future foretold.

Dovina 5-Aug-04/4:49 PM
A good thought. "a future foretold" tends to spoil the intrigue that's otherwise there.




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