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The wreath got its initiation here
Here at All Poetry; now everywhere -
These widow's weeds she weaves around
her shoulders rounded now in grief -
but you said you loved me, so what the hell changed?
change comes in very many forms but this?by Mrs Death Fox 13 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 6 2:28 PM. In shadowprincess, form, rhyme, wreath, vaughanet -
Black snake, or gray, please let me weave,
weave artfully about your tail, -
The Fever spikes, a child shifts and moans
as moaning can release the demon heat; -
One time there lived a lovely boy who wound a clock each day
and daily would her chimes ring out and sprightly tell the time; -
If ever you're in doubt when times begin
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I travel on the London Underground,
where under Tower Hill the subways wind. -
Black wing, black wing, we stroke in search of sleep--
the sleep that does not come to us though dark -
My grief is like a wreath that circles round--
around my inner life where I can pin -
A mother's grief at losing what was hers
is hers for months that turn into the years -
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You do not give me what my heart desires
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A magic circle women draw
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Autumnal wreath, who weaves the old man's beard?
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Cedar waxwings on the split rail
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I give to Marcy this small token,
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by Bartholomew Mole 24 lines, 18 comments, on Mar 17 12:56 PM 2007. In Erotica, Wreath, Odd Poetry, Adult, Bondage
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I place a wreath of love around you
around you to wrap your heart in mine
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