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The smoke
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Created on 8-7-07
The smoke rises in the distance.
I know the pain is comming.
All I can do is gasp for air.
The smoke rises in the distance.
I did not move.
the pain is here.
The smoke rises in the distance.
I lie here in shambles.
Because I could not stop it.
Please Login to post comments| On August 15th 2007 Babydotz Said : | |
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Interesting! |
| On August 8th 2007 mcihellejane Said : | |
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I like the escalading in this one-even though it's short it really draws you in~ |
| On August 7th 2007 massofwebs Said : | |
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great poem. I think the last stanza is the most affective. and woo shambles is such a gr8 word lol!!! |
