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O. M., Dale city, VA By MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time., Somewhere, VA

I trail by the river—
A ribbon of free spirit,
Conceived by the wind;
It does as it pleases.

I stop by the lake—
A parabola of breathless water,
Motionless and transfixed
Till the surge arrive.

I am a lake
Numb and brimmed with Love;
I will drown myself
In the reflecting bowl—
Until I am hungover,
And the aftertaste of heartache begins,
I will flee like a river
From the source.

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