untitled?, ehh.first attempt at poetry. |
untitled?, ehh.first attempt at poetry. |
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and for her its been a thousand years
shes been looking at the top of the mountain, always from the bottom literally and in fantasy. a taste of what it used to be would only be enough if only she could remember what it was like on that rock. strokes on the carpet heard, seen, felt. can it be like strokes on a cigarette? innocence taken without much. a semester changes everything she had. mistakes made, not to be fixed. and watching him ahead of her it only made sense on that mountain. while her and others were climbing, looking up was all it had ever been. |
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![]() I am not afraid, I was born for this. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Official Member Posts: 805 Joined: Aug 2007 Member No: 565,063 ![]() |
Damn...that's wow....good job.
i wanna see more of your writing. make sure your post more |
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