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 Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:36 am
Three drops of blood on the deserted dancefloor
To save the life of the man in pearls
Two were taken to lessen the load
The final one to free the world
For who but judge the man judges himself
there is no life or love worthless
there is nothing lessened by his feelings
He is just the man in pearls.
When writing poetry punctuation looks me in the face and decides not to bother me...
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:47 am
Interesting. This poem seems like a short excerpt from something that could probably be like an epic poem, telling a story.
I am quite intrigued. Where did you get the idea for this poem?
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 6:40 am
No idea actually, just wrote it out of boredom.
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