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zealousy failed her;






a babe, golden locks and fishnet hair

she started solemn, in crib of gold

and faded to gray.

I knew that moment, her lashes turned to mascara

that my little bambino was another forest fire

and was destined to decay.

Though what was a mother of mold to do, in the decaying world today?  

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Doesn't it remind you of anyone you knew?
I hope this is okay.


heartfelt, what can you say.

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  • Tqop
    June 12
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    Very good poem.


  • coloringmysenses
    June 10

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    OH wow. I love the loss in this - it gives such a great meaning. Awesome imagery!

    Just overall fantastic!


  • alaska.
    June 10

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    Very nice write.
    Your imagery could have been a little better but overall I liked this. Hehehe.
    -another forest fire- Wow. Using that for a descriptive was amazing.


  • Cyanide Dreams
    June 10

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    Wow, deep ! I really liked this take. Your imagery is brilliant and your emotions were strong. It's such a sad story told here. Great job and good luck in the contest.

    Josh