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I stroll through the alleys between buildings
My hands are at my side,
tapping,
itching for an answer

And looking back at you,
you were never really mine

to begin with

I have taken a walk to clear my head
and when I get back,
I will paint these white walls red

Specifically,
I will paint all the walls we made our love on
to remind you,

it must have meant something

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©14 December 2011 - 7:07pm — life_used_to_be...
9 January 2012 - 10:36pm — craigkirchner
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meant something

Poignant. Cool read. Thanks

craig

16 December 2011 - 8:32am — Beavis
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Beautiful! This one is the

Beautiful! This one is like a slap in the face that you know you deserved. Masterfully written.

15 December 2011 - 7:00pm — 9inety
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this is short

but it resonates volumes...
I think so highly of you as a poet

you know I have a folder... "WORLDS GREATEST POETRY copywrite 1904"
your poem"Cedar Trees" resides there....
that poem is one of the best poems
that I have ever read bar none

Peace
Dylan

"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

15 December 2011 - 9:08pm — life_used_to_be...
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Thank you Dylan. I was aware

Thank you Dylan. I was aware of the folder and my poem being in it and it is a true honor. I hope you have a wonderful holiday next week and an even better new year.

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.