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You are my life
and the little spark
in my soul
you are
the real
You are hard
and make a lot of noise
I think
you have no good ways
Your kind of love comes rarely
and this show
breaks for no one
where no one goes
The time for agreements
for fighting words
Never seems to end
I think
turned me on
and you will
and smooth
left-over and firm

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The following comments are for "Untitled 33"
by Bran

Untitled 33
another good one Bran. Thanks for posting

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: August 15, 2006 )

I honest hate titles
My number system is unique. Sometimes the number represents the time I wrote the poem. Sometimes, in the case of this poem, it's the 33rd untitled poem I have ever written. Since I'm well into the thousands, this poem, you can tell, is old. Other times the numbers represent a coded language I devised hidden in the poem, underlying meanings and phrases. So in a way perhaps all my poetry is my gospel.

( Posted by: Bran [Member] On: August 15, 2006 )

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