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The Last Poem
Author: Dakota Alexus  PM
Wrote this as I sat in the rain reading an old letter from someone rather special.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 89 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-03-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2591593
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The cold beneath,
steals my warmth
into the ground,
were it is held captive.
As I run from the
wind beneath me,
finding the small comforts
that shape my life.
The feelings I once
had are no more
then ash, until I read
those words. We were evil.
Horrible and painful,
but we were also good,
and warmed each other
through it all.
Now we are nothing
but ash on the ground,
with only the cold left.
Writen oct. 16th 2008 at 12:09pm
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