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  • Emotional

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    Strike the asphalt
    Every step a downward
    Kick
    Asphalt and rubber
    Meeting violently in
    A blow
    Life, stolen and sweet
    In quick, needy
    Puffs
    Hanging in the air
    To vanish without
    A trace
    Don't you wish you
    Could just go
    Too?

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    gallaxy commented on Run

    08-18-2010

    They say a picture is worth a 1000 words, so it is. but in this case ur short thesis, which is good, is worth a 1000 pictures. well done my young poetic friend !

    kage commented on Run

    02-25-2010

    great work short and sweet i like it great wording and good flow

    deathbysociety commented on Run

    02-23-2010

    Amazing my lovely, im glad you decided to post something, you genius women.... great write.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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