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WillSchenck

Published: Apr 11, 2010

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_{and the tomb
room
was just as i left it
with my radio on
and my epiphone electric
acoustic
in the corner

                      on the border
                             borderline
                                       finishline

                                                       this world was made
                                                        for second chances
                                                                   and
                                                                     romances
                                                                      like ours.}

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a stint of (extreme) happiness, though still confined within the usual melancholic boundaries.

i will branch out.
in due course.

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Laughing-And-Crying

Apr 26, 2011

You're extremely talented, sir.

I really love not only how visually, it appears that this poem has a sort of stair-affect, but the poem and the words themselves seem to have that same affect. Well done.

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