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Autumn by ~adalaine is "A wistful and bittersweet poem that will both pull on your heart strings and inspire you. This piece is tragic and refreshing all at once. The technique is consistent and the ending is horribly lovely."

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Published: Sep 9, 2010

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_{It's true of sunsets, Autumn, but not you.

written September 9, 2010

maybe these words qualify as "Scars" for #RawEm0tion

Dear #theWrittenRevolution,
Sometimes I feel I write poetry for myself a little too much, and my words become esoteric to a population of one - me. Do you understand what's going on in this poem? If not, do you have suggestions for how I could clarify things without destroying subtlety?

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