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Untitled
Contributed by
Joseph_Grey
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Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 09:44:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Dust and sand in the wound,
Forming a congealed mass with the blood,
Pick at the scabs and they will never heal,
The holed wings will never fly,
The cancerous cysts have grown
And now the once beautiful things have rotted and die away,
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Joseph_Grey
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2006-04-11 09:44:05] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by darkangeleyes57 on
Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 11:16:12 AM AEST (User
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This was a short poem but it was written good. I liked the way you wrote this..
take care
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by Archie on
Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 11:24:08 AM AEST (User
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I can relate to this but find myself acting differently which is good. |
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by FRANCO on
Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 01:26:13 PM AEST (User
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It is a very painful poem. with carefully chosen words well done.
FRANCO
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