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In Progress
Contributed by
joshuadcho
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Sunday, 9th August 2009 @ 03:00:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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My child has passed. I want so much to bring him back. Anonymous and invisible, all that remains is a withered someone. Sunburnt arguments ensue, protesting for his return but the sun always sets. It's empty. And i keep telling myself its better this way. Everything will be fine, It's better this way.
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Re: In Progress
(User Rating: 1 ) by dirk-velvet on
Sunday, 9th August 2009 @ 06:09:51 PM AEST (User
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your words fall onto the page,
as tears would fall.
... your words are tears.
you have written a poem.
a lovely poem.
Peace&Love
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