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Resuscitation
Contributed by
cathartic
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Sunday, 7th October 2012 @ 01:49:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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I revisit our loves grave and pick the flowers at the tomb
Open sore, closed wound
I can’t tell the difference anymore
I play a game
My lungs ache, they yearn for mercy
Breath in, breath out
“Come back to life”
My heart beats in support of my lungs plea
I knock at the door of death
My hands bleed
I’ve betrayed myself once more
No answer
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2012-10-07 01:49:45] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Resuscitation
(User Rating: 1 ) by iodinelove on
Sunday, 7th October 2012 @ 05:19:35 AM AEST (User
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interesting poem. It, in a way, echos the graveyard poets, or, in the very least, hints at the theme. |
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Re: Resuscitation
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ensis718 on
Thursday, 11th October 2012 @ 11:18:41 PM AEST (User
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Interesting? |
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Re: Resuscitation
(User Rating: 1 ) by ming on
Saturday, 2nd March 2013 @ 11:25:29 AM AEST (User
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Maybe too many I's. Try dropping them and rewriting. It's doable.
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