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The Populous (Free verse) by durr_T_hip_E

they run from discontentment and beg for a quiet whispering disconnection in perfect form a water molecule splashing up from a rain puddle under a foot dirty sneakers indicative of experience grey long rain clouds patter necessity to the ground like babies lunging for their right to breathe peacefully dew drops are intently focused upon casual beauty of self a reflection of grasshoppers drowning in this sparkling moment the sidewalk lives less than a block away from any place where oceans collide with sunsets we are warmed here frictionless elements are connected by and by and severed ties remain as the only way to teach unity discontentment disconnects puddle drops from feet we are fleeting carriers

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 23-Mar-05/4:40 PM
You've also utterly missed the point, which was only to be expected. You're not crap at writing because you can't spell. You're crap at writing because you choose bad words. You don't understand this. You probably never will, because your intensely dim.




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