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A lilly on foreign tongues

Tripping eyes and chasing feet, skin starving from fabled kisses,
Forget to fall, missing heels, bubble wrapped Lilly weathered songs,
cement fields beckoning, ripe sins, ember smoke wishes bloom,
Quiver like leaves, shed not a single tear, finally free,
Crooked teeth beneath a tree, a ghost of a good thing.
Wits of Southern comfort. Northern illusion? 

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  • Malkolis
    March 30, 2008

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    What are you trying to say here, i get confused by the weird word choice. I wish i could say something positive about this poem. but the words are escaping me, as they have left you as well it seems.

    thanks for trying.