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 Feb 2012 Caroline Stradley
mads
Like a popcicle,
Like an ice-cube
& Like a snowflake
all dropped onto the pavement
in the summer sun,
We too melted away
into
A Sticky, sugary mess
A useless puddle of tasteless water
A drop of wasted pure white beauty.
Just like the popcicle,
the ice-cube
& the snowflake
We melted into Oblivion.
Opinions, ideas and feedback would be appreciated.
 Feb 2012 Caroline Stradley
mads
"I've seen you trace the straight lines on your wrists,

There's such precision; it makes me sick.

To waste such elegant canvas',

With the use of ****** lines...

It doesn't make sense.

How?        Why?

What compells you, sweetheart,

To do such a thing?

There was never any beauty

Behind geometrical lines.
"
But, ****! It's so beautiful.
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