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By no1butClo
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31 December 2005 |
Your tearful faces Your weeping wounds They jeer at me;
Can't you help us? Won't you heal us? Answer our call
I reach out, But my fingertips are lacerated By the broken window. It cuts to the bone, and your voice floats...
Fool you were to notice me
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Written by spiderbaby49 (137 comments posted) 4th January 2006 | I find this poem very moving but I can't exactly say why. Could you tell me if it refers to something in particular. Am I just being dense? spidey |
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