CaliforniaPeggy
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Sun Nov-18-07 02:38 PM
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Sharp like the winter winds
The keening
Comes up inside me
Ripping and tearing
Laying waste
To my joy
It pulls you away
It steals your love
I’m shivering
Helplessly
In the face of it
O where are you?
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Sun Nov-18-07 02:50 PM
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Sun Nov-18-07 02:57 PM
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Thanks, sweetie...
I was in a sad place when I wrote it...
But the words do come more easily these days...I think my poetry class is good for me...
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Sun Nov-18-07 02:59 PM
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