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Sep 2010
i saw
your face last night
and i tried to make it
smile the way it used to, but i
couldn't.



you say
he is inside
everything, everywhere
but where is he now? in my head?
no way.



guitar,
you are my joy.
in the darkest hour, you
bring me back to life and make me
happy.
I stumbled across a site describing different styles of poetry. These are my experiments with Cinquain: a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.

21 September 2009.
Rachel Cruz
Written by
Rachel Cruz  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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