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The Statues
Contributed by
starkindler
on
Friday, 16th May 2003 @ 03:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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I was intruding on something
Older, richer.
The left-over marble had been cleaned,
But their footsteps were there,
I'm sure.
The old statues looked at me
As if I was not
The one.
There's a story behind the
Walls, beneath the ruin;
Forgotten.
How dare I walk on
Their story;
Lose it, distort it.
And I hear them talking in
The next room; and I'm
Not the One.
Copyright ©
starkindler
... [
2003-05-16 15:05:00]
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Re: The Statues
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by wolfflow on
Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 01:41:03 PM AEST
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| lnteresting, i like the atmosphere in this |
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Re: The Statues
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by DepressingKitsune on
Saturday, 7th June 2003 @ 04:55:23 PM AEST
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| This is very good. It's kind of confusing, but confusing is good. |
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Re: The Statues
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by Lele on
Monday, 7th July 2003 @ 02:13:11 PM AEST
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The art invent the life or the life invent the art ?
Soometimes I don't know which thing copy another. Consequently, I waas very confuse, but it's ok, because life is very confuse. Good poem. |
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