'Blind Poetry'
By natb17
Always been a repremand the world beckons the unborn children happiness at same we watch and wait for our redemption great enough to hate you death shall bid you sweet repose there's a numbness in my room a bridge is dimely seen through the fog of your misfortune won't follow your command a new dawn will surface againThis poem was written with a partner. We wrote each line blindly back and forth folding down the paper as we wrote it. It doesn't really have a theme but I thought it was still interesting somehow. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 01:05 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Always been a repremand..."