Thursday, March 19, 2009

waiting

I die a few days
as I sit here,
when morning comes
I'm sure you'll still be gone
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3 comments:

  1. RuefleMarch 20, 2009 at 7:02 PM

    wow, this is one of your deepest ones, and it touches me greatly!
    once again, wonderful job!

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  2. RuefleMarch 20, 2009 at 7:02 PM

    OMG MY SECURITY CODE FOR THE PREVIOUS COMMENT WAS: DYING
    AND I'M LIKE: COINCIDENCE

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  3. DhwaniApril 3, 2009 at 10:25 PM

    this one is AMAZING. i see you incorporated your idea of dying a few days and being reborn in this poem. :] LOVE IT!

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