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No Chance

No chance, so died the seed of love in germination, and did not grow to be, failed and withered on the vine; my aching heart must bleed of spectral laceration, and bid the tears fall free for what was almost mine. No chance to say goodbye, only rapid termination, and plough my essence deep, furrows burning cold and dead; for who or what I cry had a life by implication, and now the dreams of sleep are all I have to hold instead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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Date: 2/22/2012 7:30:00 PM
I really like this work; it makes me think about different events in my own life. Great use of emotion through metaphor. -macy
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