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lost (Free verse) by elizabethann

crying infants. tear-stricken faces. weeping adults black stained cheeks. horror filled eyes, haunted by blood covered bodies. cry ... weep ... dust blows over the wounds that were never there.

elizabethann 17-Mar-03/9:48 AM
well my dear sweet jay ... that makes me happy. if my poetry is too hard to understand then i'm doing something right. but for your sake, allow me to explain. this poem is a mixture of things. one - september 11. two - my own personal experience with fights. if it still makes no sense, well then it never will.




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