PammyFoo Posted March 31, 2005 Share Posted March 31, 2005 Each time Each encounter of the other kind. Was burning, burning holes in my mind. Through which the acidic lies seep Deep, deep inside. Absorbed. Gullable, foolish air carries the foul reek. Of poison. Through the green mazes of wonderous truth they burn. Destroying. Killing. Oh teller of tales of falsified farce. Beware mine enemy beware. For i await within my lair for a knock, from Mr Opportunity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jaiva Posted March 31, 2005 Share Posted March 31, 2005 I love the poem and I like your exquisite vocabulary. Continue to express yourself with poetry. It helps to relieve your emotions when you can't verbalize them. Jaiva Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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