She is missed
Choking flies
All that walked on bare foot
So fast
Catching cold's dead dreams
And...
Reading fallen prayers
Vortex courtesy
Passing rivers through the sky
Youthful spites the eldest chant
Sleeping in
Sipping nectar from her neck
And...
Down the down
Uplifted from the bowels of tree limbs
Fire friction without signs of sparks
Nothing but fine wine
Forest turned to dust on the wind
She is missed...
Author notes
Ae Em = A.M. I did this at 2 in the morning.
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Eccentric with pain and beauty mixed. LOVE IT!
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Veeeery interesting. I never really read much poetry nowadays, but now that I read yours I feel like staying online all night!! I'll read some more soon!
Naoto
P.S. 2am? Damn!
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wow very good write
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I like the use of language in this poem. Had a musical quality about it.
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wow, this was beautiful and strange, and wonderful.
Me-likes your abstract works very much. Muy Gusto! sehr gut! umm...VERY GOOD! (haha, I speak 3 languages,
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This is great! So hypnotizing. You do great work.
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sipping nectar from her neck...
are you a vampire hummingbird?
that is a little hot.
it makes me want to make some fire friction with you.
lol
clari
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