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Them
Contributed by
b3nnehboi
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Monday, 12th April 2010 @ 04:19:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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‘Theres no place like home’
Etched on her arm with a tattoo gun
You wouldn’t know that she was on the run
And waste deep in methadrone
Like a thought to the wind she is gone
Children are sheltered from what shes been on
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Re: Them
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by Chamaron on
Monday, 12th April 2010 @ 05:03:11 PM AEST
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| Wow, this sure packs a punch, and captured in such a short and concise style! Excellent job. |
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Re: Them
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by SlipyNarcis2112 on
Tuesday, 13th April 2010 @ 03:48:14 AM AEST
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| The ending is a modicum to open to interpretation for my taste, but the poem makes up for it with very poignant musicality. |
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Re: Them
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by Ambivalence on
Thursday, 15th April 2010 @ 06:04:02 PM AEST
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what a sad story/tragedy...
there's nothing worse than being abandoned
esp. for the kids...
and unsettling how this happens everyday.
this poem tells so much
take care
-K.Z. |
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