FRIENDS

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  • Dark Poetry

    FRIENDS
    DEEP WITHIN THE TWIRLING MIND
    DESPERATELY GRASPING
    PAGES LEFT BEHIND
    WONT YOU HELP ME
    REACH INSIDE
    CANT YOU SEE THEM
    ARE YOU BLIND
    READ TO ME
    READ TO ME
    WHAT DO THEY SAY
    WONT YOU TELL ME
    WHO ARE THEY

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    p8alan’s Poems (8)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    Sharon 1 10/24/2009
    ME 0 08/07/2009
    Loser 1 07/20/2009
    I Love You 1 06/22/2009
    SEE 0 09/29/2009
    buried 0 06/17/2009
    FRIENDS 0 06/09/2009
    i miss you 0 06/08/2009
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