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Modern World, Forgotten Words

All these words flow through my thinking
Come and go like summer days of youth
Once they’re gone they leave a trail
Of vaporous nostalgic sadness
Joyful feelings seem preposterous
Among so fragile and futile a task
Such as simply existing within
The constructs of murderous modernity

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Not Explicit Content


to be the first truly free verse today! It gave an idea, constructed a framework around it and came to a conclusion; all without complaining about the rigid construct of rhyme and rhythm while indulging in it! Nicely done! ~ Geez.

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Hi, Tim,
I will be curious to find out your intent with this one. There is a sense of loss of hope and withdrawal - and the feeling of something overwhelming closing in. I want to know more. I'll be back!

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