grrrrr

[guydevere]

some shit from my incomplete poetry portfolio... we had to meet specific syllable requirements and whatnot-- that's not much fun.
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Bare Feet
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The young girl -- her hair
reflected hues of auburn;
tints and shades of brown.
Her curls had danced playfully
with the cherub's grin she wore
so well in that light.
The grass tickled her bare feet...
My heart ached to ask,
"What does innocence feel like?"
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It Happened
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He watches her leave.
He wonders... how it happened.
Love walks out the door.
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school should hurry up and END.