July 20, 2011
By ClassicS BRONZE, Corona, New Mexico
ClassicS BRONZE, Corona, New Mexico
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Awaken one night,
A flavor so sweet it could hurt,
Figures dance across thy eyelids,
Wishing to be free.

Words scratch they ear,
In hope to be heard just once.

Mind has no justice,
As the words fall to paper.

Content with thy work,
Like a child,
Who learned to tie their shoes.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for an English assignment. I really like it.

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