Friday, April 21, 2006

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Rating: 5.0

He’s sitting at his desk, half-dead, his bloodshot eyes half-closed,
He’s thinking he’d be better dead, his features uncomposed.
She’s closing the door silently, trying hard not to be heard,
It really wouldn’t do if an “accident” occurred.
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Sian Kyle
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Preeti - is here! 21 April 2006

Wow..so very well written! The story made really emotional... Superb!

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Moya Levy 21 April 2006

Wow, moving poem. An interesting topic, one which I'm not sure where I stand. Nice read though, Moyaxx

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Sue Molenda 21 April 2006

That's a powerful, very emotional piece. I personally could not do what the young lady in your poem did. But... You tell the story with great empathy.

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