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Wilted Words

A small spot to goof around with writing poetry and thinking out loud.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Criticism

Bare my soul
Before the masses
Hope for understanding
They rip apart my words
Devour every syllable
Ingest the flesh of my thoughts
Only to say they are lacking
Posted by Orion's Enigma at 8:51 AM

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