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Free verse № 15161

A.M.

by renwick

Member since 2002 · Posted 15 Sep 2002 · Edited 15 Sep 2002 · 4 comments

How could I forget, Her or Her For the language of love is also the Language of torture Staring at a rose bush as it slowly dies Or a sparrow carrying a cigarette butt back To use in building a nest Pain lies in every passion Although I'd love to I cannot forget

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 16-Sep-02/11:40 AM Reply
YES USING A CIGARETTE BUTT IN A POEME HOW POIGNANT. WHAT DOES IT SAY ABOUT OUR CULTURE AND URBAN LIFE?
[3] royalflesh 16-Sep-02/11:46 AM Reply
ok. there's much to be considered adhearing to such a disaster of language. You sir, wear a cloak and spin nervously through the day to find the other twin that beckens your lousy name. Ciao, good day. 3
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › royalflesh 16-Sep-02/12:26 PM Reply
Have you seen Him?
[n/a] renwick › royalflesh 16-Sep-02/2:06 PM Reply
Sir, this isn't username ranker.