Like a soft bundle into the liquid night.
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A contest entry
- he sunk like an anchor, like a lump of sugar he dissolved by birch.
300 points, ended January 25, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How do you feel now? What do you think? Why? How so? Please explain.
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I'm still thinking about this one. That's always a gift, because I can't fathom yet what it means to me personally. I can say that it reminds me of the memoir "Night" by Ellie Wiesel. Quite nice, actually.
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i really love the title of this piece
love the implication of the body of it
m
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Oh how wonderful expression is here..you made me to think about the depth and the structural preseatation of this write..which is amazing ..well done...
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