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She dives into the ocean…
Her skin quivers with it…
And all of a sudden….
She understands
The mystery underneath….
She is ready to listen…
To the wind whistle..
She sees herself
As a tiny black dot.
And she feels like..
Floating in the middle…
Of nowhere!
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Roul
Roul is a reluctant antagonist and protoganist. sick and hypercritical freak.
Death, disease, famine Homelessness, abuse.
I cant even watch The 5 oclock news.
When did we lose control.
And how do we rebel.
Take a look around were on a rocket ship to hell.
There could be an answer It may not be too late.
But it involves a transfer.
Try love instead of hate.
All you can do Is be good to your people.
And hope those people.
Will be good to you too.
But good luck I doubt it.
Roul divide his time as a writer and Studio Director's Assistant.
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thx Shahrul Izwan Bin Naser | Aug 25th, 2006
thanks for reviewing my poem..
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