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The Toxic
waste of bottled anger
venomized.
Life belly up.
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The Toxic waste of bottled anger venomized. Life belly up. The reeds. The wind is hissing death downstream, a river holds its vapour breath and leaves black lips of tar and fish a bloated shore.
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Poetry of Healing and Abuse
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| Reviewed by Suzie Palmer |
11/20/2007 |
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Not very promising..... that narcissistic black!
A well portrayed visual of darkness.
Thanks Sam.. both sides need poems... Shed light on the dark and it may just disappear.. I am an optimist.
Love, Suzie :-D |
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| Reviewed by Marguerite Little Flower |
11/7/2006 |
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| OK I've been there. Not now, I'm too old to care. haha something to be said for the aged. Marguerite |
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