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Her eyes have always reminded me of that bogwater green the sky turns when a bad storm is about to break, especially when she's angry and silent, brooding like those self-same colored clouds. She's doing that now-- making me
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Dressed in his farmer's coveralls,
with pencil, notepad, matches, coin purseby poetrandy 27 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 22 9:00 PM. In Contest, Contemporary, Prose Poem, Humor, Life, Love, Nature, Memories -
by Ronald Wiseman 3 lines, 11 comments, on Aug 6 10:17 AM. In Nature, Thoughts, Personal, Prose poem
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You are alone in a world which despises you,
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Charmed with beauty, battered by noise
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there once was a storm that decimated the forest. the rain hammered fragile tree branches and flooded their roots. fire fell from heaven in
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I keep remembering how you guided my fingertips to feel and hearby Cool Jew 14 lines, 5 comments, on May 3 12:06 AM. In Contemporary, Prose Poem, Love, Music, Weird
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She—looking sharp today
Blue suit—blackby LuzAradia 24 lines, 17 comments, on Dec 5 11:00 AM 2007. In Prose Poem -
may the universe be a mind unto itself,frame form spurning former formal form frames as fresh fusion transforms confusion into a cohesiveby Jonathan ROBIN 40 lines, 14 comments, on Jun 18 11:43 AM 2007. In Prose Poem, Thoughts, Spiritual, Other
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He repeats the same joke, over and over, trying different punch lines, till he can find the one that makes me laugh. He calles me a pickle
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