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The Waifs
Contributed by
Sagacious
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Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 01:41:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Pretending to virtue, the waifs stand impugned--with no place left to flourish; like dung
in sham's repository, flushed before the noonday sun (the wretches):
they would not know the desert for the sand.
Nothingness intrusion: from dung, these wildflowers, which grow from fetid remains--the waifs,
who came for cleansing, would be devoured instead;
and none that come shall say, "These are waifs."
But for the skull and feet, and palm of hands, they shall be as sand: dogs who died for longing--nothing more.
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Re: The Waifs
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 03:10:37 PM AEST (User
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Jackals prey on the weaklings. That is the way of the world. How many lie scattered in the sands of time unknow and how many are never missed. Sad, but true.
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Re: The Waifs
(User Rating: 1 ) by FleurdeSang on
Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 10:09:31 AM AEST (User
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Another piece of perfection once more, my friend... Over-whelming, filled with anguish, and disturbing truth... I agree with RITA... Never will she be known to the world. And that is very heart-breaking, for what she went through... Incredible write, beautiful flow, all in all magnificent! I tip my hat to you once more, and many more times to come... Bravo! (applauds) Standing ovation, mon ami! I will never get tired of reading your work, Sagacious... All my love as always!
Your dearest fan,
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