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Topic: Post Symptoms Are The Worst
by Trisha De GraciaYour smile really never fit right on your face.
Sitting in your oversized sweatshirt
holding her there like a ring holds a jewel
infused her with everything she never found
whenever she looked in herself.
Up, Up, Up,
the clear representation of faith and honour
loyalty
love and devotion,
adherence...
Up, Up,
Brilliantly displaying that classic symbol
(You know which one
girls heart,
boys hands,
and a crown...
what crown?-
Who's crown!?)
Up
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UP. . .
/zenith?/
Snatch
Stagger
Sway
Teeter
Dangle.
Drop.
Smash.
Diamonds die in pieces
scattered. Broken.
But they're still the strongest.
01/08/2004 Posted on 01/09/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 01/09/04 at 04:55 AM *grins so big it hurt her mouth* Thank you for using the topic!! And this was so perfectly (yes, perfectly) done. Yay for you! |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 01/09/04 at 05:03 AM Fan-bloody-tastic...what a talented girl you are. |
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