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Monday, May 16, 2011

The hope isolated stance

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Wonderment,
Meant so little.
Sadness,
Is what I've kept.

Loyalty. Whatever costs.
Where is that? Not you?
Yet here I am,
Broken,
Melted.
Lost.

My structure bright orange.
Molten. Deathly lead.
Flowing into the ground,
As though set.

And I wonder at this, my bet,
And wonder why I set.
And why my loyalty,
I wouldn't reset!

Though my enemies say,
My friends do too...
I've lost! My bet! And set!

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