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Reviews Requested- Contains upsetting material - Place for posting poems
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I'll probably post more soon.
Fury
I rip out pages
The first, from ages ago
Tear up the paper
Slow, so slow, drifting
To the floor, a small breeze
Lifting them up
Like snow, they settle
I light a flame
Watch them burn, bright
Paper to ashes
That evening, I weep for lost words
It's metaphorical, but I can't be bothered to go into that right now.
Please tell me what you think!
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