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He, like the cobwebbed sundial
moves through the repetitive, boring,
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I’ve had my cup of life
Hands warmed around the mug
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If God Were a Chipmunk there’d be no more NOTs / just cheeks huge and paunchy from gathering GOTs. / ‘Shells’ will be plenty; piled up to t
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To Sleep …. To Dream / To you / my deep, beautiful melancholy / who trace my hope’s perceptible shake / to duels with somnolent truth. / My
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Like a thirsting wick he drew the damned to cinders
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With chaste ache of the willing she pursed her lips to the fire
by oneluckygirl
27 lines, 9 comments,
on Feb 10 6:54 AM 2007
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Life’s energy bank is stingy these days.
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She was no magnet, but still
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Heated shades boom and fade
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Easing mist of ether meeting
Life’s translucent mind.
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Alfgalfa, the essgod of doog taste and nuf…
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Pear tree boughs bend and preen
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Cruelty clings black beneath his lip
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She draws across the powder
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This little girl trembles
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Come fuck me with your brilliance.
Put your verbiage deep in me.
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The night's heated air
drips maudlin-still
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I’d drag them to me in an avaricious thirst of claim
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