EchoesA Poem by Creepy Swine GuySomething that came to heart for some friends.
Put your head on my shoulder and cry. Let the acerbic tears fall. Let them cut their swaths through me to the place where compassion lies. Let them plunk into the deepest pools of my mercy. For I have cried away all of my own tears and still I have room to hold so many more. Let the soft echoes of your falling teardrops resonate in me ... where they will fade quietly away, that you may find your peace.
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Added on November 24, 2008Last Updated on February 18, 2013 AuthorCreepy Swine GuyCentral, NYAboutThe Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version). 1. Thou shalt not plagiarize. 2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..Writing
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