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 Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 7:36 pm
Loneliness, bliss or grief
It chooses victims
Rips them to shreds
Or treats them to tea
Young or old, it matters not
Caught without friends by
Molds into shape
Whatever sizes
A villain perhaps might
Or form something nice
Laughter gone there
Into lands unseen
“Save me! Please!” I will scream
Embrace it, they say
Those who not know
The edge of its sword
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 10:43 am
loneliness is a pretty cool topic to write about. some say its a bit over done but there is something about loneliness that just i dont even know how to explain it. this was nice though.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 12:56 pm
i think it is the first four lines that make this piece,
unfortunately the rest doesn't live up to the beginning.
it is still an okay piece, but nothing too striking--
besides, like i mentioned, the first stanza.
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