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burnished gold and coal
by Gingersoul
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 8 1:29 AM
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and the wooziness mists down
amid falling leaves and morning
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rosemary and lichen
illuminate sunset cliffs
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everyone has this mild obsession
with being loved
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We're not sure the day
He started to visit
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Red marks and rough
Callused palms
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(She knows the ceiling is glass
and she doesn't care)
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Things seem to solidify
Into one undeniable truth
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[The battlefront of the cold
marches ever onward]
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I wish they would stop telling me
I'm going in the wrong direction.
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If they could have toungues
maybe they would tell
of their flagrant regrets
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And said this:
"I baci non sono l'amore"
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I stumble, thumbs peeling
away from my wrists
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Huddled in the snow
Cutting off the dead bits
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by Gingersoul
17 lines, 4 comments,
on May 10 5:55 AM
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I speculate the girl
Who paraded her jaded pride,
by Gingersoul
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 29 2:29 PM 2008
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In retrospect,
The inevitable wreck
Was the sweetest caress
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There is no guessing
And there is no Victorian false front.
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by Gingersoul
10 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 22 3:25 AM 2008
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Atmospheric pressure whispers in my ears
To give up, sell out, settle for all this
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I'm shivering apathy
No failure, no mastery
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A sharp clench in my gut-
-Is it empty or full?
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17. I've been pondering the deeper truths of lonliness in a
Disassociated state of insomnia.
by Gingersoul
28 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 3 2:56 PM 2008
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And no warmth will heat the fingers
I left too close to my heart.
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And the inkiness of sleep
Streams to puddles beneath
My relelntless path
by Gingersoul
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 24 8:38 AM 2008
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I was going to be a Princess, and
Princesses never justify villans.
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I tie that time and stock it
Into Penny Rolls
And put 'em in my pocket
by Gingersoul
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 17 2:19 PM 2008
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