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Behind the veil (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
She came to me with fiery hair
and smelled of Innisfree.
Lo, had the blankest of cold stares
from where her heart should be.
Yes, 'tis true, I'd taken her heart
and left her breast with none.
When time came, we'd rudely part...
she went back to Irelands' son.
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Overall Rank: 2734
Posted: September 30, 2003 8:22 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2003 8:22 PM PDT
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As a poem - deluxe - the last line kind of crackles not explodes apart from that a dine squirt of ink 8