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.
Whadda you think?
Comments
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Great
I really like this poem, though it doesn't rhyme -
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*


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



