Friday, November 14, 2008

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My words dripping with useless meaning forming
a puddle at my feet, now reflects the sorrow that
torments my soul. Walking alone in the darkest
part of winter, alone and cold, I feel nothing of the
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David Blake
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Jasmin Bell 29 June 2009

deep.I like deep poems.

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what a great and fine poem.. I like this poem a lot.. Great piece

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