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Oct 30, 2009
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Chainsaw chop
The sound of the chainsawClearing the deadwoodOf my mind Incessant vibrating humPermeating the dark interior With each fallen thoughtAnother slant of light hitsDarkened recesses New light, New life perhaps But for the sawdust of my pastSwept beneath the red carpetOf my brave futureTrampled flat by my present strides forward To prune for the hereafterIs a forgotten finesse
— seabhac, Oct 30, 2009
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lyz
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Liz
seabhac
16 years 7 months ago
Thanks you Lyz
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dea Seabhac
hugo la rosa
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Seabhac:
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
This poem is a raving
ngaioBeck
16 years 7 months ago
Chainsaw Chop
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
Near Ngaio, I have to