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ghost of one (Free verse) by crin she said i look like the ghost of a man
of a man she used to knoe
but i'm not a man
never have been
so how could i be the ghost of one
strip me down
my heart is made
of odd little bits of meat
and held together
by hope against hope
and pieces of my sleeve
i am a slave to so many things
i've been branded by people
i've never seen
could never pretend to be safe and warm
when i'm always worrying
about being sold away
if i could take this all in stride
would i still be dying
this way
if i lied
could i convince myself
that your abuse
didn't mean anything
to me
Up the ladder:
Snow Storm
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Drifting into Dreams
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Posted: July 8, 2002 1:04 AM PDT; Last modified: July 8, 2002 1:04 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.6666665 Overall Rank: 12223 Comments:
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nentwined @ 192.168.0.69
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11-Aug-02/7:08 PM
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one is always dying unless they're dead.
i like the imagery in stanza 2 very much, but feel like the rest is not nearly as tight
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