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iRAWR Posted:
You fail to understand: the repetition of words reflects the endless monotony of a life without love. Every day, we hear the same words; “hello,” “how are you,” “see you later,” that all have lost their meaning; the endless repetition of parents’ demented questions, the same patterns of nagging over and over. There is bitter irony on your giving this poem a grade at all; grades are meaningless, for so is life. Meaningless, empty.
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...Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l’Espoir, Vaincu, pleure, et l’Angoisse atroce, despotique, Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir. — Charles Baudelaire |
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Posted On: 12/30/2008 5:30PM | View MeRochesterYouJa...'s Profile | # |