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--repudiative--
by Barbara GriffithTraipsing towards what we all know too well
Minds shudder, twitching at the thought.
If that which we have stored away arises today, we are lost.
Dark, shadowy tunnels only to be lit up
By purple rays of sunshine.
The distrust almost rids the world of pleasure. 02/23/2004
Author's Note: This is meant to show how I feel about certain types of poetry.
Posted on 02/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith
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