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Contributed by
Shane1024
on
Monday, 21st June 2010 @ 07:10:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The veranda baking in the midnight sun,
Falling faster.
Fallout
My son.
For by and by,
Behind my eyes it is told.
Forget-me-nots sit so bold that time tastes nothing better,
A rotten egg stands behind the smell.
And since the town is colour blind,
They follow the simple lies of love.
Look below the counter,
To find what you wish to not encounter.
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Re: Follow
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by Sheveg on
Monday, 21st June 2010 @ 09:46:47 AM AEST
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I can't imagine writing poetry at your age, muchless what you have written. Awesome!.
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Re: Follow
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by longhaircg on
Tuesday, 22nd June 2010 @ 07:31:02 AM AEST
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WOW, powerful writing, awsome.
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