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The clock strikes midnight.
I am
Peaceful.
Broken.
Simple.
Forgotten.
yet worthless.
and all together whole.
Author notes
im not relly surere what this is. i jus got bored and wanted to write sumtin to go along with my myspace name...
A contest entry
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400 points, ended December 20, 2008, 88 entries
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Comments
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this was short and sweat you have great talent this poem says something trueful but i cant think what thanks for sharing keep up the great work god bless
serenity -
your poetry's really unique- a breath of fresh air.
much love
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