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Hector wears his leaves in midsummer morning paired with tangled tails, harsh with knots while the kitten, bored and yawning sits demurely The ball begins to unwind again and I’ll admit my voice was reproachful I saw the sunlit bonfire overhead and turned my heart as if to say I’m glad to help if only I might gently touch a perfect impression of you and your red eyes darting sideways In this peculiar space your brightness fades and quietly you said to yourself ‘I couldn’t make you tidy’ This old dame will outlast the seasons and Nature, affected staggers aside, blunders A shadow deep beneath a ruined pile thought that it should be dead by now I put out my hands and wicked tears fell like rain I gave a kiss to make it understand and touched something else, tho it flew away too fast for me to see distinctly, in the darkness It told me ‘I am here’
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Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 1:10 PM UTC
HECTOR, CROWN PRINCE OF TROY, SON OF HECUBA
Angels A feather, A coin, A beautiful cloud. To let you know, You're not alone, And they stand proud.
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
Angels
"New Year, new you" she said as she took off her old one and put on a brave new face. This one hid the bruises but not the tears in her eyes
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #15 - New Year, New Face
Life can sometimes get bitter- It feels like there's no going back, But if the knife ain't gonna slit her She'll still take her coffee black
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #13 - Bitter Taste
Eve's crime was not biting the apple, but accepting the idea that she was to blame for man's fall. That, in my experience, was inevitable.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #11 - The Fall of Man
The wind and rain are battering your window, and all you can think about is your 13 year old self, and how the watermark was up to your neck
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #12 - Flashbacks of a Paradise Lost
One often 'as problems sleepin' In ways which affect ones 'ealth But 'ow can one deal wit 'out but weepin' When one 'as a fear of their self
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #9 - The North Never Forgets/The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors
I'm feelin' inspired today o' alt'days - when George Bailey'st' richest man int'own, but I can't think of out worth writin' so I wrote this.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #10 - Christmas Stuffing