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self indulgent teenage-style poem needed to spew out. (Free verse) by Roisin You could have caught me
we may have walked alone hand in hand
down a crowded road in spring.
I would have given myself
completely and the past would have seemed
as irrelevant as our hypothetical future
is now.
You unearthed something dead
breathed life back in
then left the foetal flame
to burn out
leaving poison behind.
Up the ladder:
Sarah Hine's Cries
Down the ladder:
Darker Days
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Posted: April 11, 2004 5:13 PM PDT; Last modified: April 11, 2004 5:13 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5779 Comments:
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tre @ 147.9.40.139
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11-Apr-04/10:48 PM
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ive been thru this exactly. good job.
nice, but metaphors are supposed to track and flames burning out do not leave poison behind.
Yes they do if the residue is poisonous-get meh?
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