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Thought, drops of hope would turn into a river and made an ocean, boundless, brought life to the living, who was I. Instead, the river is running dry, the sun sends its cruellest army, killing the last drop, sucking it up, deadly! (29/04/98) | ||||||||||||||||
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The unimaginable pain that thou hast sent me- Dost thou still have enough of it for thy own self? | ||||||||||||||||
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He is so damn good at it Playing it with his hand Sucking it up till it turned to ashes Exhaling it Ghost figures coming from his mouth... Just look at me, proudly said he, the real man alive! You're killing me, coughed she. You've got to be kidding, he smiled his cigar away! (18/06/98) Main Page My Poems More Poems More Words Words of Freedom Words of Ponder | ||||||||||||||||
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