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By EpheLuwe

Thu, 09 Sep 2010
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My heart hammers at the blood that was boiled
The loss, the toil
My heart ravages at the love that I sought
And lost, I cheaply bought
A handful of memories
A pocketful of lies
A mindful of mixed emotions
Gagging after what we tried

My heart hammers at the blood that was boiled
The loss, the toil

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Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
I love the repetition, it creates a sense of pace similar to the movement of a hammer which ties in with your central image.

 

Submitted by EpheLuwe on
Thank you, that's a really refreshing comment as I was actually debating on whether or not to put the repetition in this poem :)

Stains..

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
I'm glad you did!

 

Submitted by kuno-chan on
i loved the poem. it put what i have felt in the past so great into words. ----Kuno-Chan----

----Kuno-Chan----