"Them"

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    "Them"
    To him, there is no thought of me, when it comes to we. It is all about he. Where is she? Pushed down maybe? He seemed so commanding, or could it have been demanding? Where do I go? Where have I been? Should I contemplate sin? Just to be free, just to see, if I can find me.

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    ogua commented on "Them"

    06-02-2009

    night fall, nightfall ,how deer ya lock out my love in thy rain without leather covering as an umbrella, nightfall nightfall,how are thy so heavily burstted out like the wrath of angry man. omotayo, a nigerian,oduwoga
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    shadowcatcher commented on "Them"

    04-14-2009

    You have a very unique way of expessing yourself. You put your feelings into what you are thinking on paper very well. Keep dreaming
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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