wannabe poems
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You are not the reason I unravel like an old afghan; the result of the story is still there, but knots have come undone. My bones click in26 lines, 13 comments, on Aug 26 7:55 AM 2007
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See, there are many kinds of snakes, we just didn’t have the right comparisons.75 lines, 17 comments, on May 4 10:28 PM 2006. In Dark
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She watched the titmouse, heard it chitter, and knew him to a hawk
waiting to feed on the rest of her. Her nest was empty.63 lines, 13 comments, on May 20 5:20 PM 2006. In Sad -
practical means for survival. My sister and I.90 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 1 11:36 AM 2006. In Contemporary
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Today, I noticed how dried flowers bleed on to paper when pressed, like a squeezed heart, between bindings of some old book. The petal con16 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 24 2:38 PM 2007. In Prose
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A fixed moment like butterfly pinned to velvet
beautiful, this dead thing stiff with last thought serenity painted on,16 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 17 6:07 PM 2007. In Life
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