September 24, 2008
the world is pressing, pressing
pushing, heaving
crushing dreams under
its lead weight lead hate
poison kiss of death
on your lips
closing closing closing in
on your pure clean shoulder
don't crumble, stand tall
i'd hate to see you fall

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kmarie14 said...
Nov. 14, 2010 at 2:31 pm
wow yet aagain I love your work! I love the last two lines this is an amazing poem :) nice work ;)
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