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If tears could drown my senses...
still the non-being tugs at flesh.
No hand to spurn them out,
for they've accumulated to the hollow.
Be careful where I tread.
My mornings will be empty,
I'll have no breakfast,
I'll click my tongue to see window intrusions of death.
Submitted on 2013-04-29 11:06:03
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I really like the first stanza especially this "non-being tugs at flesh". I wish there was more to this, a strong ending perhaps. Anyway, I really enjoyed this and thanks for sharing.
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It was very thought provoking and deeper than I was expecting at first. A nice use of imagery, although it's a little unclear as to whether this is actually two poems or not. Other than that, good job :)
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