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I can't shake the feelings Never clear on what is real Searching, but always lost I can never see my way through the woods Dialing for heros but finding Erosion Malignancy roaming my veins Each and every breath a waste |
i think maybe you could have put some effort into this piece. you could have added a title, a type, a class, a description, something. other than that, i liked this poem. i like the next to last line. "Malignancy roaming my veins" its a very unique thought.| Posted on 2005-09-24 00:00:00 | by brokenroses | [ Reply to This ] | |