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This home is becoming Like a weathermast of the soul Beaten into responding silence. To awaken here again And to only wear this armour As a riposte sufficient to self-assurance And to rise, out of lazy eyelids and Consider the opposing wind turrets Laid as the proposition All slack and starkly Poised on the trapeze The wallpaper durability of family headaches ; The spurned lover's recurring luminosity The marked and re-imagined lists Detailing personal no-shows and defeats Bookended by The passing on of friendly eyes. Assuming the universal, and in doing so, blindly holding out for the miracle : For falling out of love is completely plausible Whereas letting go of shame is mostly incomprehensible
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
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This home is becoming Like a weathermast of the soul Beaten into responding silence. To awaken here again And to only wear this armour As a riposte sufficient to self-assurance And to rise, out of lazy eyelids and Consider the opposing wind turrets Laid as the proposition All slack and starkly Poised on the trapeze The wallpaper durability of family headaches ; The spurned lover's recurring luminosity The marked and re-imagined lists Detailing personal no-shows and defeats Bookended by The passing on of friendly eyes. Assuming the universal, and in doing so, blindly holding out for the miracle : For falling out of love is completely plausible Whereas letting go of shame is mostly incomprehensible
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westley-barnes
Irish
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
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