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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-03/4:19 PM
Hm. I didn't realize that poetry had to have a purpose. I mean for me, poetry is just how I get my feelings out. I don't write to entertain others or make them sit down and think about life.




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