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Aids
Contributed by
Invierno
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Wednesday, 7th October 2015 @ 03:42:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Smash that wall-
beat holes in it and leave the picture crooked.
Cry loudly and scream
like church doesn't matter.
Shed tears for the lost;
money, oh vile money,
blood splatters and costs nothing to
the reapers.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2015-10-07 15:42:13]
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Re: Aids
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by ming on
Wednesday, 7th October 2015 @ 05:11:59 PM AEST
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This is powerful and reads like a fierce upholder of what is right.
ming |
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Re: Aids
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by softerware on
Thursday, 8th October 2015 @ 08:53:50 PM AEST
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Such a visual of letting rage and frustration have its say, "like church doesn't matter".
A powerful affirmation that we must each of us, sometime, some way, for someone,
"Shed tears for the lost."
This makes the room tremble. We can be formidable when we care.
Jaye
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Re: Aids
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 13th October 2015 @ 05:41:18 AM AEST
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Dark, restless stuff. Reads beautifully.
Cheers,
Mickey. |
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