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Cradling Spite
Contributed by
phildel
on
Wednesday, 28th August 2002 @ 06:17:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Cradling Spite.
(His child tonight)
While I wrap myself
In dead love.
It seems he’s more obsessed
With who is the best
Parent of our unwanted dove.
Clearly it’s he,
Who nurtured the spite within me
So I don’t see what is so wrong
With him for once, taking
Responsibility
Of the words he kept burning
For so long.
Now after these years
How can I scorn my own tears?
How can I set alight
To my own creation,
We spent so many years
Paying arrears of envy
With such forced dedication.
I would like to say, no…
Not sorry but…I would
Like to say this,
I’ll never forget
(wishing we never met)
When I tasted
The first spiteful kiss.
Copyright ©
phildel
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2002-08-28 06:17:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Cradling Spite
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Tuesday, 10th December 2002 @ 06:26:51 AM AEST (User
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very nice
a fine write |
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