Array ( [sid] => 166707 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => lead the poet home [time] => 2011-07-07 09:32:46 [hometext] => The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast. ~ Oscar Wilde [bodytext] => worn thin enough to see
through

life-line kinked like
a broken promise

iron stone and dark
lend

to this
bit of
paper & ink

and I taste
secrets

of the twin
bastards
of life

fear and hurt.


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lead the poet home
Date: Thursday, 7th July 2011 @ 09:32:46 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ming
worn thin enough to see
through

life-line kinked like
a broken promise

iron stone and dark
lend

to this
bit of
paper & ink

and I taste
secrets

of the twin
bastards
of life

fear and hurt.




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