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forgive me, if i burn myself into your palms...












and when he spoke,
i felt the flowers sink into my skin
but my poem is lazy,
compared to his afternoon chorus -

why doesn't he feed me
a handful of his notes?




















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  • Disturbed Prodigy
    November 3

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    sometimes it is the music of others that help us move through the day, i hope to find someone who is kind of like this person in your poem, someone to do more then inspire me, keep it flowing

  • sarahjane
    November 3
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    i so love it..


  • dirtymirrors
    November 2

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    I love the imagery of this poem. I can relate to how you feel, so that makes the poem much more vivid to me.


  • Emmyb gold member
    November 2
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    this poem sinks me


  • Amera gold member
    November 2

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    "but my poem is lazy,
    compared to his afternoon chorus"
    That's brilliant; I wish I came up with that line!

    Love,
    Amera


  • Cannonsfire
    November 2

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    Gee yanno I have missed your breif ones, they hold so much in so few words C


  • DecorusApparatus
    November 1

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    This is stunning. So clean and emotionally potent. You ended this with such a powerful pair of lines... they really do linger.
    You are a master of brevity and beauty.
    Well done.
    --Katie

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