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Epiphany

Rating: 5.0

futuristically transfixed with the throw of a stone
I am a deep pool of water
cold to the touch
and you can never reach me
for every step you take just distances me further from you

as the stone hits me
the ripples are only extenuated
by feelings of greed
superficialities and lies… lies… lies

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William Jackson 06 February 2006

Disturbingly chilling and wickedly good, your poem quite simply made my skin crawl, and I suppose that's a good thing.

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