Deception

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    Deception
    The water rushes over me,
    Sweet surrender.
    It's unbarebly cold,
    But I feel no longer.
    Hope was taken long ago,
    Along with it my heart and soul.
    It's the only way,
    So here I go.
    Along with the tides,
    Aimlessly floating along.

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    ISWASALWAYS commented on Deception

    11-02-2009

    Few words so sweetly put upon a page, drifting aimlessly. Your inner beauty is ever so present your heart can bare the ever crashing waves of time.
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    charmed

    11/02/2009

    The title Deception is perfect because even the words are decieving

    tommygun commented on Deception

    04-18-2009

    Wouldn't it be nice to just drift though life with no direction letting the tide pull us?
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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