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    untitled 4

    white wooden walls
    move in reluctance
    as clenched metal fists
    meet with splintered rage-
    fulfilling an undulated promise of

    misery

    hands open and close
    in an exchange
    of glossy replies-


    a dead-line of propositioned lies
    more futile
    less refined
    as we foster this
    inappropriate reticence

    and try
    always-
    try

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    wagus commented on untitled 4

    06-10-2009

    Title Suggestion.. this one little harder as first line would be good title then looked at first last line as Try White... and more looked that started to fit... first thing see is Title then open line....wagus

    lightcourier commented on untitled 4

    04-05-2009

    I love the way you juxtapose images. Strong wording leaves me wondering. wondering. and reading again and again. Thanks

    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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