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1/30/2012 5:17:27 AM
CRUSH: Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}hello, this is one of my favourite poems, and being new to this forum and poetry group i would like to recieve feedback. any type of feedback is highly acceptable and will be constructively received. thank you.

CRUSH
The day i first met her
She moved along like a timed slide show
With grace and chaste in her stride
Swinging her hips like a desert Carmel
And stepping on the ground like it hurts.

That’s when i first saw her
Meeting her was a dream come true,
Speaking to her was like melting the snow.
Her voice like the ocean singing low
With no turbulent waves to alter the flow.
That’s when i first met her.
Touching her was like food to a pauper
Her skin smooth like a kwashiorkor patient
Her body soft like sheep wool
That’s when i first touched her.
Holding her in my arms,
Being with her all my life
...was never imagined
For it never happened
1/30/2012 7:48:25 AM
CRUSH: thanks...means alot.
8/23/2014 8:36:06 AM
BEYOND THE BRAIN Secretly treading on the wrong path
I'm afraid of my of my own shadow
Chasing me down the lane
Disappointed by my own self
and reaking of fear within
Even my breath stinks of fear
The unknown and the future all unclear
You don't who trust and who to blame
You are just there.

Louis muhereza
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