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The Burning of the White Picket Fence

The flames lick at the sky.
Like they are praying
To their satanic god.
God, I hope not…

I see the dreams
Bringing her home.
Watching him study.
In the ashes…

I see the hope
Meeting him.
Falling in love.
The red hot love.
Taken in a red hot flame…

I only see the pain.
Broken hearts.
Broken bones.
Broken sprit.
In the hell of fire…

All the hopes,
All the dreams,
Up in the flames,
Of the white picket fence.



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MaxVincent said...
today at 12:50 pm:
Hey great article. just remember new friends can be made and a new fence can be buitl.
 
MaxVincent replied...
today at 12:52 pm :
I hope to hear more from you.
 
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DrowningPenelope said...
Nov. 1 at 7:37 pm:
You did well on this poem. It's an interesting story that's very ambiguious, and it keeps me on edge... I really want to figure this out.
 
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