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Freedom

Contributed by petulinka on Friday, 29th October 2010 @ 04:00:04 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Missing those two persons are..Hiding in the cave they cry. Looking to each other eyes. Whispering those little fizzy words. Thinking of the freedom wrapped in dirt. Talking bout the shadows spies by tort. Imagine the life haunted by court.

"What did you do?why are we here?i trusted and now i i i am..."

...Lost in the darkness of their carts. Replies not ´bout to be write. Nothing is really making sense. These two, when will they pass their promised dance. Last time, shivering hands hold by. No other memories are in their mind:

"I didnt mean to, why, why do you hate me, i would never leave you, look at me, reply, L I V E!!.."

...One dead body rolling from the cliff, It´s like the story getting more, than it has to give. Why the final sounds are always hard to make, Is it system, vengeance, pity take?

"It wasnt my fault, blame the others my love you didnt say your final voice. The sun remember it shined i saw you dying nothing more."

Every time I look at you, It tears my heart by piece in two!





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Re: Freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by sidneyconrad23 on Wednesday, 17th November 2010 @ 08:50:36 AM AEST
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Wow really liked this write love the way you used the words came out just right keep using that gift you have.


Re: Freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by StacyLynnG on Monday, 14th February 2011 @ 10:28:28 AM AEST
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I enjoyed this very much!




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