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Drowning Pride

Crinkling iron and pouring topaz
Nothing is real, rational, secure
Life is an hourglass with three grains left

No more Billy dear,
Mommy dear and daddy queer,
No more life of angels and death of spades
When you’re so far under you can almost breathe

Author notes

So. Yes. Drowning. I can't swim.

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  • Carliemarie23
    June 3
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    Great

    I really like this poem, though it doesn't rhyme


  • StarIlluminated
    June 2

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    I CAN TEACH YOU!!!!

    JK I know this is supposed to be a solemn poem, and you hit the mark I liked the two meanings too.

    *KT*


  • ElectricMuffin
    May 17
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    rawr

    This is a unique poem, although i didn't really understand it.. I liked it