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There doesn't seem to be much time left. My feet carefully picked out the path winding down around boulders,roots,rusted iron detritus and onto the driftwood-scattered sand. The wave-after-wave beat a timeless rhythm and sent salt particles into my...

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SomeMichGuy · M

? Are notebooks of your poetry?

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SomeMichGuy · M

@dubkebab Why are you burnimg your own poetry?

dubkebab · 56-60, M

@SomeMichGuy Apparently the narrator in this piece figured there was too too much crummy poetic expression in this universe and wanted to purge. I'd say much of it had to do with girl trouble.

SomeMichGuy · M

@dubkebab So you don't think your efforts are worth preserving?

4meAndyou · F

I have been there, and have done that. Everything I wrote, gone...wishing that I might disappear with my words.

dubkebab · 56-60, M

@4meAndyou One time I had a flash and said-"yeah-I'll build and ice cream castle!"
The words were cool,but the reality was a mess.

RedBaron · M

How ridiculously melodramatic.

dubkebab · 56-60, M

@RedBaron I appreciate your feedback.
If I had a literary critic hat I should hope that it would fit as smartly as yours.

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