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Horrid Art
Contributed by
Jen_unknown_to_myself
on
Wednesday, 17th March 2010 @ 09:21:19 PM in AEST
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Horrid Art
Rolling fields,
Quickly passing by,
Barely noticed,
Just like the stages of life.
Walking on a high rope,
My balance is off,
Without the necessary hope,
Forgotten by all.
Redwood forests,
Amazingly tall,
On top of the world,
Noticed by all.
Lust in my heart,
Is for winter’s cold,
A horrid piece of art,
Resides within me.
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2010-03-17 21:21:19]
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Re: Horrid Art
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 17th March 2010 @ 09:37:37 PM AEST
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I really enjoyed this as your view on accepting feelings opposite of the norm can be admired. Sometimes going against the grain pushes us away from clarity. Nothing wrong with looking at things through the dark. Great write
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Re: Horrid Art
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by DrcGaimer on
Thursday, 18th March 2010 @ 09:13:59 AM AEST
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| I admire your view and ablility to think outside the norm. I think to many people are carbon copies of others in their lives. Nothing wrong with being unique. |
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