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Ferelwing

Published: Jan 25, 2010

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Irritating
The way the whining grows
Frustrating
As I long to slap those
Nauseating
The wish to scream
Radiating
The words teem
Gravitating
Towards an end
Lamenting
That stupid bend

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Kadoro

Jan 29, 2010

too much anger can be a bad thing, especialy when misdirected towards someone. great poem though XD

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