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Endurance (Free verse) by Dovina

She made him a necklace of paper birds, each with a song and a smile, placed it on him with a kiss, like bread upon the water. Two regrets she now endures: the necklace scratched his throat, and she had chosen one wrong sentence— a kind of pain she’d never not known.

Dovina 11-Jul-05/1:28 PM
Yes, I had something in mind, but to spill it out defeats the purpose of implying it in a subtle way, hoping the reader will see what I mean. Still, I don't mind if you see something entirely different. Look at BlueMonkey's recent poem for an example of this.




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