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she reminded me
of someone I had known
but she was
older young

her face etched
by pain grief smoke
she unleashed
a return
with such venom
no man could hold

she did not smile
her face unchanged
but her eyes could kill
as her hope
had been
in life





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2012-08-27 at 13:15

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shells
Sharp, cutting and good, enjoyed.
2012-08-29


Morning Star
Very powerful poem, with a wonderful portrayal of the woman you poem describes.
2012-08-27