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zoe
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passing
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Apr 21 16:12 UTC 1999 |
falling to my knees
in the depths of sorrow's pity
seeking all i shall never grasp
all i'm too weak to withstand
reaching for that broken glass
to prove what i am
leaning into the wind,
despite the harsh chill
the world seems to be passing,
though i will be ahead in the end...
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zoe
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response 1 of 5:
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Apr 21 16:14 UTC 1999 |
i don't know.. it's short, and somewhat queer for a poem, but... i don't
know...
i just couldn't stand not posting my stuff... i sware by Bast, i'm never
going to deprive myself of writting again!!!
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orinoco
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response 2 of 5:
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Apr 22 13:25 UTC 1999 |
I like the way this one _sounds_ most of all. It seems to keep flirting with
rhyme (grasp/glass, withstand/am, wind/chill) without ever really committing
to a rhyme scheme, which is something I like a lot.
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