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Jul 14 2008, 01:49 PM
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![]() Turaga ![]() Group: New Members Posts: 69 Joined: 13-January 06 Member No.: 38300
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Oxymoron
Have I floated so long in the dark and the cold that the sun is alien to me? Yet there was something there in the nothingness They fell down, like tiny rubies like bloodstained snow What did I call them the soft flashes of things long past? Dreams? Perhaps if I had caught some on my tongue, I would remember something besides my name My name is the only thing I have it, and the fire that swirls in my chest but it is unreachable like this weapon like myself mere material clunky and useless lying on the sand Weak. Helpless. Angry. Why must I cover myself to make things clear? Yup. There it is. Not sure if there is a word restriction on poems...But anyway, I don't really want to explain what this is about. It will explain itself, hopefully. -------------------- |
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