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I have caught your voice, recorded
in the looping rhythms -
I call upon thee paper hearses,
faded pictures, clichéd verses, -
When Morpheus, the drowsy god of sleep,
Abandoned me to fret and pace and weepby Purrsanthema 183 lines, 14 comments, on Apr 2 6:15 PM. In Elegy -
The dream as it was, contained impending doom.
He couldn't see what was to happen -
I let the desert breeze whistle,
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My feet made large prints in the snow
and above the boughs were cast in heavyby S.E. Horsley 37 lines, on Oct 24 1:25 AM 2008. In Elegy -
I knew he was old, his age was showing,
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At rest. Eyes closed, lips closed. His hair…long gray strands swirl
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Milton felt no frost when Damon died,
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even chipped away the stone that surrounded this heart of mine
who would have known a heart of flesh was under there, somewhere?by nanashiamai 62 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 18 8:10 PM 2007. In contemporary, life, other, personal, sad, thoughts, memories, elegy
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