I am
a wasted oasis
four letter words
mutilated
by sixteen font
and italics
generally speaking,
there is no interaction
in riddles
spoken hard
and cold
against a back drop
so white that
snow is shamed
we never spoke to begin with
so how do I miss not talking?
Author notes
To a stranger.
To a friend.
To this limbo
we're always in.
This is not what I intended...
Comments
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I like the idea of four letters words not just being obscene but just creating the scene. and the beauty comes to depthful death when snow is given its own shame. i love the color of which you've chosen to paint a distinct taste of life without love. curious as to where this leads.
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It has a charm to it. I like the way it flows, and sounds though it's so cryptic (in my opinion at least) that I dont know if I have the meaning of it right. My favorite part is the second stanza and couplet at the end. Very well written well done
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Woah.
I honestly have no idea what to say.
It just makes me sad.
ily ♥
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