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emily-l
She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown. Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down. Above the starlight hummed a tune With their sweet companion, Lady Moon, Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream Of silver locks and paper wings. As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away. A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells As the maiden floats below the swells. The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord To rise and greet the day, Dark waters cover maiden lost While at the bank she lays.
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:51 PM UTC
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She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown. Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down. Above the starlight hummed a tune With their sweet companion, Lady Moon, Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream Of silver locks and paper wings. As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away. A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells As the maiden floats below the swells. The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord To rise and greet the day, Dark waters cover maiden lost While at the bank she lays.
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:50 PM UTC
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She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown. Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down. Above the starlight hummed a tune With their sweet companion, Lady Moon, Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream Of silver locks and paper wings. As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away. A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells As the maiden floats below the swells. The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord To rise and greet the day, Dark waters cover maiden lost While at the bank she lays.
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:47 PM UTC
For the Want of a Dream
She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown. Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down. Above the starlight hummed a tune With their sweet companion, Lady Moon, Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream Of silver locks and paper wings. As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away. A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells As the maiden floats below the swells. The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord To rise and greet the day, Dark waters cover maiden lost While at the bank she lays.
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:47 PM UTC
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Red locks do my gray heart keep Amoung the spider webs. The toads shall croak and the frogs may leap alone in the Garden of Eden. I linger at the door with my Locks and chains, rattling them as I Stare. At the purple sky and singing buds. I lost my heartbeat there.
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
Looking In
Good morning, my darling! (Good day) You’ve slept the whole night through my love (You slept o’er half the day) I made you hot cakes and cream, my dear. (I found poison in your tea) Look at the sunshine, my darling dear! (I smell a storm today) Oh what outings we ought to have! (I’d rather live alone) Chocolates for lunch and sugarplum pies! (I’d sooner swallow a toad) We’d watch the sunset in your arms my love. (You **** me softly, my dear.)
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:18 PM UTC
A Sweet Conversation
Roadblocks and stumble rocks blocking all the way down past the broken down cars and the twenty-four hour pay. The moon shines alone, reminding Her of the unstoppable Solitude. She waits an hour his return with gas and cokes for two. Watching lovers in the lot, that pause so often for fear of getting caught. I sit on the curb, yet damp from the night. A stranger fills the air with cigarette smoke as I utter a passing sigh, “He isn’t coming back tonight.”
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
Waiting
The park did bear a shiny red Balloon which rose above the sticky hands and metals bars. The man who owned the balloon forgot to add a string, and up And up And up And up Did the lonely circle go. The rest he left behind, all tied up in bows; their life a blink and a pop. But for the red Balloon He dodged the birds and telephone wire until he reached the Clouds, and then Up and up again he went Until he bounced against the stars and the children gave a shout (as they looked up with fright) “The moon is red tonight.”
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
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