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I cannot whisper tonight
OCTOGENARIAN

everything soft and subtle
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is lost in my pale cheeks
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I walk like I'm haunting this planet
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a glow of starlight decorates my head
 4
a hazy mist covers my body
 5
 
 
I cannot feel the touch of flesh
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only gusts of wind
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that are born from a lion's roar
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even the old field where my childhood sings lullabyes
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cannot offer me silence
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I go there and see my tanned mother
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pushing me on a swing
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that launched me into adulthood too soon
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19 Jul 10


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feedback would be appreciated
 — OCTOGENARIAN

Why did your mom pushing you inthe swing launch you into adulthood too soon?
 — unknown

otherwise this is good, i feel like your poem aprt from the last few lines- did not have a tanned mommy
 — unknown

Great job!!!
 — psychofemale

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