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Lost Rose
Contributed by
zaowhvn
on
Wednesday, 19th November 2003 @ 04:52:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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The second of four in the third of twelve I saw it at last
I now know what I've known along
A ghost of her dead soul in the hallway
My heart cries out through my hands onto paper
The beginning of my epiphany
Her hands were jaws of life --- I was crushed
Her legs were needles --- My worst fear
Her hips were pitch forks stabbing my eyes --- Met hers
She took what she could get
And they were laughing at the collapse of my soul
Forced fed rusted metal and broken glass
I swallow despite my dismay
That yellow sweatshirt makes me sick
My hate is a front
I sit there and wonder sometimes
If anyone ever found that rose
And if they picked it up
And if it made someone happy?
Copyright ©
zaowhvn
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2003-11-19 04:52:07]
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Re: Lost Rose
(User Rating: 1 )
by Vitreous_Soul on
Wednesday, 19th November 2003 @ 05:58:19 AM AEST
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| Check Mate. Sinister, but has a certain dark beauty. Definitlely five stars, six if I could. |
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Re: Lost Rose
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 19th November 2003 @ 06:00:59 AM AEST
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| Wow, simply awesome. Great poem! |
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