Purify

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By Anthony Cardon •

My house crumbles. Water rushes through. My face sees only bubbles. Oh, where are they...my worries? Have they washed away, too? How foolish I was To think of myself so pitifully. I never fortold this flood, This baptismal catastrophe.

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January 10, 2008 03:46Sheila

I can relate to this poem.

June 12, 2008 02:11Anthony Cardon

Sheila-
Thank you for being able to relate :)