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the duty



poppies spill thoughts
onto the empty floors
of earth. forcing
me into a prairie of remembrance.
you held me as a responsibility.
I touch the blooms
you carved into me
and prize how you remembered
the curves of my body,
without judgmental creaks.











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inspired by:
http://xessencex.deviantart.com/art/Paint-me-a-golden-chair-58406035


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  • decode
    June 8

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    this was fantastic.
    I love the imagery
    and the soft, stillness of this,
    if that makes sense.

    wonderful poem.


  • Salt Walker
    October 7, 2008
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    with out judgmental creaks. one of you best.


  • acoustical
    October 5, 2008

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    i like your breaks. they feel natural to how i would speak, how you would speak. its shortness
    feels intentional, not bored or uncreative.
    i just noticed the last word was creaks and not breaks. i thought it was breaks, i liked that word a little better actually.

    um, i'm bad at commenting critically. obviously.