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#1 Post by Woetrame » 23 Aug 2013, 23:10


A Beacon finds itself, surrounded by turgid green slime;

it's base as hateful as any, where one is to be found.

I find myself become, said Beacon listing uneven;

painful and torpid, thereby an equal.

A somewhat paradoxical poem about the forlorn act of trying.

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#2 Post by Billy » 29 Aug 2013, 02:33

woe, I think this needs to be longer, more concrete, an extended metaphor, then I might feel what you're saying.

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