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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.

lastobelus 17-Mar-03/10:17 AM
A long time ago, I used to think that my poetry was good because it was hard to understand. After many years I realized my poetry was hard to understand because I was an untalented hack who's unable to say things clearly and precisely.

So I got a job.




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