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Puddle (Free verse) by PawnedTidal If I had the nerve
To do the deed;
Long ago I'd have spilled the blood,
As a lonely man his seed.
Filled with hate
And unrelenting loneliness;
Oh, how I've longed
To be released from this.
My jury, they say
It is the ultimate sin.
But much stronger are the forces
That I feel deep within.
Without the courage
To accomplish my feat,
Tears are the only puddle
Lying at my feet.
Up the ladder:
The heart of self destruction
Down the ladder:
Ibiza
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Posted: August 18, 2002 6:33 AM PDT; Last modified: August 18, 2002 6:33 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.910598 Overall Rank: 9541 Comments:
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18-Aug-02/8:56 AM
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i sense a theme running through your poem, dear. it's not just the lonely man who stains the sheets alone. go someplace else. stop wearing black. bathe in the ocean on a moonlit night. but not in florida, or the sharks will get you, and we'll be deprived of your future oeuvre.
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