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Heart throb
An oxymoron, really
Because it looks like
Sounds like
Love
Yet if it is,
Why does this valentine of mine
Push against these iron ribs,
A prisoner of itself?




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parispoodle said...
Sept. 28, 2011 at 2:58 pm:
The words flow nicely and yet I don't quite see the point of the poem- love is not always peaceful and nice. Love can be a prisoner, it can be tormenting. So it's not really an oxymoron. Good job though!
 
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