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Fresh
Contributed by
eleventoedsloth
on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 09:04:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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She sat
at the edge of everything.
pieces of past
crumbled at her feet,
and flew like boulders,
smashing on the way down.
In a piece
she saw your face
and smiled when
she watched it shatter
and deteriorate against
the rocky sides
of a new beginning.
Smiling,
she turned and
walked away.
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2006-02-28 21:04:41]
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Re: Fresh
(User Rating: 1 )
by thesinner on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 09:07:38 PM AEST
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| good stuff |
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Re: Fresh
(User Rating: 1 )
by eggflipper on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 09:44:07 PM AEST
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| Very well done. An excellent look at the affirmation of ones closure. I loved how it took so little to stamp the point. It was whole in itself. |
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