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everything is yellow, in winter; except the pines
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and when i finally capture your voice it turns away like the wind laughing,
by Cannonsfire
32 lines, 10 comments,
on Jun 18 5:05 AM
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it's the time your hands are not mine anymore
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this is the simple world we have,
where i'd like to sit on the edge of clouds
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"I have wandered these hills, found a sound in every valley and on each high peak. Among the snow, in the dull ache of summer heat. A hawk
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i am not a pugilist
the last punch thrown
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where i feel you end
you are beginning
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here by the bended elbow
as the water passes
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there comes a day
the finding of words is moot
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the mother said to the womb
i have no right to beat here
by Cannonsfire
22 lines, 10 comments,
on Jul 15 4:22 AM
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was this a final goodbye
unlike all the others we had said
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if it comes to nothing, creases in her dress never smooth,
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mention the hush of flowers
how silently spoken
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it's forgotten now,
precise moment i fell
by Cannonsfire
30 lines, 11 comments,
on Aug 6 10:32 PM
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her eyes shadow trust misspent on leaves turned brown
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before i drain you
of all these well chosen words
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i could waste my words on you, trite ones, shallowed more by use
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the disfigurement of hearts, a taking of sweetness
by Cannonsfire
46 lines, 8 comments,
on Aug 10 12:12 AM
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the far off field is you ripened beyond harvest,
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the dream collapses while you say, it was just that-
by Cannonsfire
54 lines, 7 comments,
on Aug 10 10:27 PM
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the moment in a day
my body is not my own,
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by Cannonsfire
38 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 13 12:16 AM
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in bitterness of continents
lost in miasma, over time
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i feel those eyes upon my neck, boring holes where the nails fit,
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ambition was your adventure while love surrounded
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we defined life in an hour i wandered a recess built
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there are harpischords playing with the pain inside my head,
by Cannonsfire
29 lines, 13 comments,
on Aug 15 2:01 AM
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we stalk each others eyes
sizing up the flesh to bite,
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give me tether to loosen holds,
chains grip, a throat aspires words
by Cannonsfire
33 lines, 14 comments,
on Aug 15 6:21 AM
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i open up my mouth to fit concrete shoes,
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by Cannonsfire
57 lines, 13 comments,
on Aug 17 12:18 AM
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what murder of crows sounds so much like
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we traipse the wild heather
wound up as a maypole,
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he gave me restlessness over numb
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