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i do not need to pry open this lidless box to see what thrives in its wet spaces i do not need to sculpt the words that sink into the dark waters for them to find their home nestled in the plans of the plotter i only have to place the whimsical laughter on the plate of silver and let the lesser natures take course or the darkness of empty room take its toll this lidless box with its dire face painted to be more friendly but with bright colours gone dull with the passing years carried through wicked winter storm and through gentle spring rain through all the toils of his life what can it contain she often wondered so she dare not but knew she might mourn her sorrowful choice could she spin up a misers coin from such a lidless box and spend it on lush accommodation with the finest wine and the hostess with the forever smile but the pavement under her feet still feels cold to her soul so she fears to take such a path secure in such troubled thoughts i know the lidless box will be safe to the end of days because no-one dare think beyond the consequence its wet spaces and its dire faces to the misers coin contained within
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
the misers coin
i do not need to pry open this lidless box to see what thrives in its wet spaces i do not need to sculpt the words that sink into the dark waters for them to find their home nestled in the plans of the plotter i only have to place the whimsical laughter on the plate of silver and let the lesser natures take course or the darkness of empty room take its toll this lidless box with its dire face painted to be more friendly but with bright colours gone dull with the passing years carried through wicked winter storm and through gentle spring rain through all the toils of his life what can it contain she often wondered so she dare not but knew she might mourn her sorrowful choice could she spin up a misers coin from such a lidless box and spend it on lush accommodation with the finest wine and the hostess with the forever smile but the pavement under her feet still feels cold to her soul so she fears to take such a path secure in such troubled thoughts i know the lidless box will be safe to the end of days because no-one dare think beyond the consequence its wet spaces and its dire faces to the misers coin contained within
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59/M/American
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
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