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Moonlit recurranceLie through that open night, / stinging frosts of contemplation, / wooden hands scratching away rest from frozen windows,
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Apr 7, 2010
YearningsThank you Galileo for tilting up at their sky, / as the bull, crab, and ****** sent caution from thought / to the flat dirt umbrelled by musing why,
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Apr 7, 2010
Sad Accounts Run AlwaysAnna gargles up a reluctant tune / every thursday. But always too soon / the others recieve it. Maybe a stave
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Dec 26, 2009
Peppering of normalityA brush, a flicker, bursting from the envelope / of existence. / A plate, a mouthful, simmering in the waters of approval.
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Dec 26, 2009
LiesI am the front of the shop, looking at all other outlets on the street. / Never able to see inside, wave of concrete haults my path. / Some will hold happy customers,
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Dec 26, 2009
Hunger Pangs and eyesA sea of scratched blue marble, / torn and washed through the drought, / blanketing itself in one rushed and
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Dec 26, 2009
RegretShe sits. / He makes the tea. / Columns of light are chided by dust.
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Dec 26, 2009
ConstantI fill my days with pointless clutter, / bits and bobs, and nevertheless, / My head alive with constant flutter,
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Dec 26, 2009
WrappingI often feel as if there is a dark glimmering / buckle of barbed wire whirling round my gut. / It tightens with time, clawing, shrinking into me.
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Dec 26, 2009
HideawayA posing branch pointing sophistication / through a bark of whispered peace. A / pokcet of mute jingling daisys curling
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Dec 26, 2009
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