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coming clean
by anne cunningham
Friday, May 02, 2008
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coming clean
cold
sky spray
pelting skin
stinging insides
found without
treading lightly
walking in the dark.
moonlight
scatters thoughts
shadows melting
one with the soil
footfalls land solid
a stronghold at dawn.
sunshine
replaces the ache
heart pounds in rhythm
hands cold as stones
stretch and claw in need
reaching to the future.
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/2/2008 |
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I can almost feel the mist on my face and the dew on the grass below my feet as I wonder the dark of night my mind in chaos. I have been there and done that. Great write Anne.
Fee
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
5/2/2008 |
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It's alright. The confusion will go away. You write for yourself, writing for others. This is unique, and I was caught up in words that said something. Will read others as you post. Welcome.
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