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Dead Inside (Free verse) by drnick

My soul must be iron: Forged in fire but currently cold, crushing. The weight intense With structure long rusting. Bringin' me down, Like an anchor Through the ground. I make not a sound, And feel nothing.

Ranger 12-Oct-06/1:23 AM
If we can't talk like old chums on poemeranker, where can we? He's in Michigan, I'm in Wales. And besides, it's true about the emos. It'd be more fun to replace them with emus.




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