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Published: 2008-11-06 05:48:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 285; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 4
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Three ways from nowhereAnd these white spaces are maddening
Red between the lines
Got caught up on all the signs
I see this place growing to be forgotten
With the roots so deeply tangled underground
Got lost digging through the mess he left
Now you follow me with your eyes walking through your walls
It’s ten after midnight, but that never stopped me at all
The heat is on and you’re back playing in the fire
That glint in your eye is screaming S.O.S. again
But still feeling sorry for yourself
With the bottle half-way down your throat
Well, I feel sorry for you too
Because it’s like every other day
So maybe you can forgive yourself tomorrow
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Comments: 8
Minus the cliche political statements, I really enjoyed this. I am having a hard-time giving you substantial critique because I can't decide if I am being way too biased in what I like/don't like or you're a bad writer. I think the latter is untrue though because I read most to all of your work on dA and I keep going back for more.
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The actual poem isn't political despite the Author's Comments. I realize that can be confusing, but I save that space for whatever I may be listening to at the time. What is it that you like/don't like?
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If your work means what I think it means, I like it. If it has a different agenda, especially political, I hate it.
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What do you think it means?
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