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Free verse № 27131

stung

Member since 2002 · Posted 26 Nov 2002 · 3 comments

With my eyes closed, Tender and swollen at half a dose Only the lids were seared. I was not afraid to look But searching brought this fresh burnt blush That makes them look so blue-- and if you would only drown in them, this salt would surely lose its sting as I would do in you

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[9] Robert K Foster 26-Nov-02/12:17 PM Reply
I like the mystery
[n/a] Limness › Robert K Foster 30-Nov-02/4:55 PM Reply
thank you. would you like to know the source?
[n/a] god'swife 2-Dec-02/8:07 AM Reply
Try leaving the last line off. what do you think? If not could you tell me what it's like, to drown in him/her?