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She'll stand ; wide-eyed and frail as swallows,
choking back eight letters of abandon.
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Today, we are painfully human;
soft clusters of earth-bound atom and
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I sometimes sketch your likeness in stanza,
coaxing the thud of a heartbeat from extant pages
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Steel-laced shadows
fling themselves towards the east.
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I'm ready to lose myself
in this silence that is
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The sky collapsed in your eyes, tonight.
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Each iris has faded against cedar photo frames,
void on bright city nights when breath comes harsh and sweet.
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You taught me of lightning storms;
voltage that sees hearts falter and
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I want to shake the sultry summer from my hair,
and let autumn stain my cheeks with hues
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Brushstroke, undercoat.
We labour for half a day before realising
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Your words fill me from the inside;
surging through my airways and
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Incredulous.
To wake from the reverie of shooting
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We ensued as Little Boy and Hiroshima;
a fusion of flesh, fireflies and rain that burned like acid.
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Breath was never this sweet.
It spilled over eyes and cheek,
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Torn amongst innocuous light
and brilliant darkness.
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The light had dwindled,
Receding past the cellular rationale
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Winter arrived with barely a warning.
I spent weeks watching the endless azure,
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The dusk blinks through them,
each shadow slipping down the flaky walls
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There was a time when
hands ghosted my waist,
by sora.
20 lines, 17 comments,
on Aug 18 5:38 PM 2008. In Love
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Star cross’d, heaven gazed;
the door into the dark.
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Your hands reminded me of perfection;
left me starving for the nightmares of winter
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Hate me, dearest.
Theres a thousand reasons in this gun;
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Hush-a-by, shush-a-by
Seasons are rushing by
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The gentle breeze sends
Cherry-blossoms spiralling
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We lay in stillness
Watching an empty sky;
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Stars shivered in the endless blackness of sky / Night washed over us / In hues of ebon dusk. / I loved him. / And maybe, sometimes, he lo
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The fullest shining of above Grass is softest this time of year;
by sora.
20 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 6 2:16 AM 2007
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Disconnect the controllable fate Dance to the psychotic rhythm of
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She danced
But her grace went
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The tang of life was still
Evident on
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A dash to the
Edge of reason
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Dash through the corn field
Morbid shadow looms behind
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