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Await; The past

I stood there
Like all the others
a wretch; no more
used to be, still am

air filled with a fog of excitement
the gleams of fear shining within the heart
others quivering at the edifice
the awaiting occupacy of the mark on the lips

we stood; sweat edging our neck hairs
senses tingling faster than light
wind smoking oxygen
questioning the self-image

Oh, how things went back then..

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  • mcw120588
    October 9, 2008
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    one thing: occupancy has an "n" other than that this is an excellent poem the images and senses burst from it making the reader realy feel everything. the quivering edifice and sweat edging the necks really just makes this so real. excellent job i really enjoyed this