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by Nangaleema
50 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 15 1:47 AM
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popping on for just a few seconds...
by Nangaleema
30 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 16 1:20 AM
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for a year
each night revisiting
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i opened my life
Saragossa
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in incandescent dreams
i trace the outline of your face
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I opened my life
Saragossa
by Nangaleema
60 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 5 11:46 AM
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by Nangaleema
8 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 11 1:48 PM
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bath drawn
steam rising through
by Nangaleema
20 lines, 18 comments,
on Jun 3 10:53 PM
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three fourths of a mile out
from the Newfound Gap trailhead
by Nangaleema
27 lines, 17 comments,
on Jun 3 12:00 AM
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three fourths of a mile out
from the Newfound Gap trailhead
by Nangaleema
53 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 1 2:39 AM
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all the hours that passed between us
the words we exchanged
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I wish these words to be
a kiss.
by Nangaleema
32 lines, 7 comments,
on May 18 2:33 AM
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Let me serenade you - leaping, sweeping in ascending moods,
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the curvature of spacetime
is impressed upon me
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he's taking me through the cycles
speeds and spins
by Nangaleema
44 lines, 6 comments,
on May 3 10:42 PM
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don shades
peruse the fuscia
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I started to write a poem about pre-columbian planning principles
by Nangaleema
12 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 13 12:48 AM
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Tracing tiny fingers across countless pages
she rendered the universe solid
by Nangaleema
64 lines, 6 comments,
on Apr 13 12:12 AM. In Pain, Depression, Loss, Suicide, Words, Language, Life, Love, Parenthood
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She wasn't in the shopping mood.
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The same tenacity and drive,
despite some doubt,
by Nangaleema
29 lines, 6 comments,
on Mar 11 9:46 PM
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No doubt she has
Paris at a moment's notice
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to the far shores of light
by Nangaleema
15 lines, 19 comments,
on Feb 9 7:38 PM
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mint julep lipped ladies
in large hats and lovely gowns
by Nangaleema
40 lines, 11 comments,
on Feb 6 3:35 PM
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I was holding back.
by Nangaleema
44 lines, 13 comments,
on Feb 6 3:20 PM
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perfect plastic pulchritude paparazzi pretties
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loop webbing by water knot
wrap around
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i dream my suitcase drops clothes spill
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use william shatner's voice
as you read this
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I sensed descending Fall today at graveside
but not for loss or cemetery chill.
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Here's to the Ball Droppers!
Not the rump rubbing hoop hoppers.
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Hands of silk. Sweet breath.
by Nangaleema
20 lines, 14 comments,
on Dec 18 9:07 PM 2008
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Now - December holds my life as a raindrop holds Eternity
by Nangaleema
14 lines, 9 comments,
on Dec 18 1:37 AM 2008
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black ink. dread lines
on litmus white.
by Nangaleema
21 lines, 10 comments,
on Dec 18 1:34 AM 2008
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on the edge of the universe
there is silence
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