you taking me to the beach,
father. And, is it not funny that I,
am still frozen there
like the remains of some
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I guess, this is the place where you share your stories, right? The stories that have ended that is. What if the story is neverending? What if you are just one huge vacant shell for the past to stir in? To fester? It's all the things I've done and haven't done in the past, I relive it, I can feel it...
- Sun Jun 04, 2006 5:08 pm
- Forum: Community Favorites, Poem of the Week and Poet of the Month
- Topic: Poet of the Month: June 2006... AlluraD
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They have left her alone. And now three years later she still Carries the crumbling wall of sadness inside The extinguished flame that wets the embers Of a thousand Decembers that have melted in her eyes. It is only until twenty years later do you realize That she was an utterly special woman; not a...