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Walking across the line

she exhaled,
as her dainty feet
traced the line between
life and death,
dark and light.
Her petite frame,
a feather in the wind
she was alive
- electrified in fear
paralyzed by controversy
and dementia.
Her reckless decisions
are beginning to catch up.
Walking that thin thin line...
staring at the canyon below,
- a moral revolution.

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  • LimelightLiason
    July 9

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    wow, this will definitely help me out of my writers block. i love your descriptions. great write.
    Rob

  • kitty23
    March 8

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    I cant image where you get the ideas for your poems

    but there truely amazing even the one that you have from when you started writing

    i loved the first few lines the most
    she exhaled,
    as her dainty feet
    traced the line between
    life and death,
    dark and light.


  • Uniquely-Scarred gold member
    September 30, 2007

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    boom writers block my ass love this
    your best for me so far
    she exhaled,
    as her dainty feet
    traced the line between
    life and death,
    dark and light.