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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

BANG
2003-10-05 - 10:21 a.m.
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Oh my poor dear, what have you done?

There�s no wheres left for you to run

I have sought you out with stealth and glee

To take you down to where you need to be.

Oh my lovely, what were you thinking?

To go around other women sniffing

I have followed you with truck and car

To take you to where the others are.

Oh my goodness, you poor thing

Where oh where did I go wrong?

How could you do that which is bad

Now it�s come for you to get what she had.

Oh my darling, do not cry

I swear to you it�s not so bad

Just close your eyes, take a deep breath

And prepare to meet your sweet death.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave