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Sprawled in a septic cell
His poisonous words worthless
And unspoken

The bearded soul counts
By the passing suns
Waiting

Hoping
To breathe free air
Far from his humid hell
Where the devil takes every form
Mocking, glaring and dancing
On his wounds




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The following comments are for "Over a thousand days"
by Uzzy

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I like this one too. I am trying to write somewhat like this as well. I am fascinated with cadence and free verse. keep writing!

( Posted by: sierramuse8 [Member] On: May 14, 2004 )

Over a Thousand Days
Such a forboding in the waiting. Loved this concept as it played a million visuals in my head. Nicely done. ~Pam

( Posted by: PamelaALamppa [Member] On: August 22, 2004 )





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