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you're somewhere dreaming, breathing, walking still and in the world of living you reside in hurting and in maiming is your thrill you will not let the pain and grief subside somewhere in this old world you have a place your do your daily tasks and visit friends there is no trail to find you, not a trace yet poison cloud of hate on you descends you live oblivious to heinous crime the rape and plunder of a trusting heart on satin sheets you left your putrid grime mixed with my blood that flowed from poison dart So to my heart you're dead and buried deep My tears have crusted dry; I cannot weep Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/6/2015 2:03:00 AM
Very dark dear Eileen, yet brilliant as all your work a definite 7 in my book
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Date: 7/3/2015 8:57:00 AM
A dark and powerful piece Eileen. "My tears have crusted dry;I cannot weep" what a fitting conclusion.
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Date: 7/1/2015 12:05:00 AM
Awesome n a super 7 for this my dear sweet Eileen!
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Date: 6/30/2015 10:23:00 PM
This is a very beautiful sonnet.The rhyme,imagery meter and emotion are spot on.I only have 2 small suggestions.In line 2 use a more vivid word then "and" and in line 6 "your" should be you.Other then that a perfect sonnet.
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/30/2015 10:32:00 PM
Charles, thanks ever so much for your visit and for bringing my attention to those two points. I do appreciate it. Feel free to share with me at anytime. :)
Date: 6/30/2015 1:46:00 PM
INTENSE my dearest Eileen! You are a master at these! Love from your long lost friend, Kenny xxxxxxx
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/30/2015 9:46:00 PM
Thanks, Kenny. I am an intense person. It has turned out to be a curse. I'm glad my long lost friend is found! Hugs to you, Kenny. I was feeling a bit neglected, that's all. I'll be round to visit you soon.

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