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Grieving (Free verse) by d35
His inner eye wouldnât stop
crying A sorry sight to see tears
dripping down metaphysical cheeks
He loved it better when he
couldnât feel why canât he cut
this loose disassemble it bury it
in the cold grown
covered in a wet dew
Running away doesnât help
when will it die?
when will he?
his thought saturated
the cold sweat of depression
a colorless rose made of thorns
no use throwing it away
will just prick the skin
of his emotion what's
going to save him?
âoh it hurts inside, when
will we die?â
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.5
Overall Rank: 2689
Posted: January 8, 2004 6:05 AM PST; Last modified: January 24, 2004 3:18 PM PST
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