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Post by imperfectpoet on Sept 30, 2010 15:17:58 GMT
there is a time of night, right then
when the sky has neither star nor moon
and the wind is barely breathing
a man could wail in anguish
and cry into the sea
and whilst he pours his heart out
there is no moon to see
the waves could crash around him
as his tears fall to the sea
and add to the very water
that will kill him
there is a time of night, right then
when the sky has neither star nor moon
and the wind is barely breathing
a man could die unnoticed
there are no stars to see
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Oct 1, 2010 1:10:52 GMT
This is very disturbing. A good write. Keep on penning. Don't give up!
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Post by swashbuckler on Oct 1, 2010 19:53:07 GMT
This touched me deeply!
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Post by imperfectpoet on Dec 11, 2010 18:04:47 GMT
I am happy you both liked what I wrote. I wrote it from my heart.
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Post by cardboardlover on Dec 21, 2010 15:27:40 GMT
this is sad - are you by any chance interested in cardboard as i am trying to get together a small group of people who like cardboard.
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Post by imperfectpoet on Feb 23, 2011 18:24:33 GMT
I have no interest in cardboard.
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