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Mysteries

mysteries 
of a broken window
haunt me
hand wrapped in newspaper and gauze
still drips blood
days later
turn away
he washes old wounds in the old laundry sink
lye soap
stinging 
tears
regrets
truth
flow below

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/29/2010 1:54:00 PM
very nice write and welcome to poetry soup faleshia
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Date: 4/29/2010 12:21:00 PM
Very intriguing poem with some haunting imagery that just pushes outside of my own personal interpretation. Well done. Chris.
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Date: 4/29/2010 10:28:00 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Zera. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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Date: 4/29/2010 10:04:00 AM
wow beautiful poetry
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Date: 4/29/2010 9:23:00 AM
the deepness in your write are a bit of sadness hidden inside of you,..p.d.
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