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Paint You Flawless: / You say I paint you flawless every time my pen touches paper. / All the gentle details that sleep under your skin; / Drops of ink in a milky bowl. / The fire your touch ignites writes page
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A Storm in Spring: / Sleep overshot me last night. / His wings glided just above my mind / Dropping silver tipped feathers to my bed. / His deep gray eyes sang lullabies / In deep gray chords that only / Th
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My tragic flaw, now it flows, like the ribbons with which you dance And yet my soul still burns like I thought we had a chance.
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The glint of steel flutters Through the dark.
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You people think you are god.
by Doug Cundall
30 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 29 8:35 PM 2006
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by Doug Cundall
23 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 14 7:51 PM 2006
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As I walk through the streets that once led to my soul I find the shop’s lanterns still burn through the night.
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Bright October leaves dance through the air,
Falling and sweeping with every gust.
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I miss the thought of peace.
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The factories loom over the city as vultures,
Slowly eating away the purity that was flesh.
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It Was the Kiss:
Something,
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Shelter:
My sentences have slowed
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A Winter Evening in Paris:
When the snow has made way tonight
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The Prelude to a Poem:
Is it possible to put a rose in a box
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Watching:
Sometimes I watch the sky and the animals,
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Beaten Down:
There is something about this place, an immense loneliness among the scattered faces and shattered dreams. Among the rejects and the outca
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