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Going out drained,
Pouring my dreams on a dirty table
To be waited on by a lousy man.

He turns me
Empty like his bottle,
Bored like the one chair
Not to be sat on.

Not talking,
Not writing,
Vanishing from life.

28 Feb. 2006

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The following comments are for "DRAINED"
by Thea

Thea, i love it...
I love this poem...I totally know the feeling...I like the way you use imagination and description..the words are so colorful..Awesome job.

( Posted by: Windsong [Member] On: March 1, 2006 )

Thanks a lot. Read through your poems as well. Very emotional.

( Posted by: Thea [Member] On: March 3, 2006 )

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