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Shun the person that growls at you be taken by their eyes
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If I were to ever listen to your stories, a desicion
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These walls laid quietly for me. They did not speak and they never looked at me the way you did when I was a child. That is why I'm here
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Should I be here accepting this
by eclairluv
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 8 6:54 PM
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I went to cross my road
lined with vineyards, trees bearing figs,
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Tiny slammed the door of her log cabin and ran to the raging river bank.
There he was clinging to a crate fixed for lobsters.
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Your voice does not know
your hand: how it touches your lap
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A chorus of smiles comes from within
upon just having you -
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Open the door and you'll find her -
golden haired, honey and brown,
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There's something about the unjustified,
how it rambles in my head that
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As I sit next to my daughter,
with crayons on the floor
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Windows that face my western
looking doors,
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In beauty there are captives
uncertain landslides
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I wonder where the earth ends
and where our hands meet,
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Some days just are and I can't agree
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My seventeen line poem
didn't win
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Windows are not walls
to keep you in,
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Places become scattered envelopes in fields,
and in this hour
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Spill the goodness and let flow
all returned feelings from my birth
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In fluttering hands to hold
secrets of iridescence,
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On alluring songs that attend
to wistful thoughts and dusky
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Another night is not upon me another trip,
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The creation of all creations
wet soil,
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Monday night football- sharpens a snowball
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Stickly vineyards beckon hearts of gold
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Windy oak leaves
wiggle on branches
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Sitting against ocean lure forgetting deadlines
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Gray freeway lanes crowd the police cars
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Shadows on greens in artless forms
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Learning to dance terrace doors sway
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Clumsy wine glass on parlor counter
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Underneath the roof a chair at rest
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