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Between Extremes

Tired of teetering between extremes,

since the lightning flashed and the stinging rain,

her withered spirit buried within

all remnants of the peccant pain.

*again and again and again and again*

Tired of tottering between the extremes,

she sleeps in the middle of empty dreams.

Resting numbly as she feels nothing

until the dawn of approaching mourning.

 





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-11-30 at 01:25

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Melanie Sue...

you are one helluva talent

xxx Stan
2009-11-30