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"sisypher" poems
Peering over the top of the steep hill, The other side seems so dizzyingly close One push away Sisypher, her slate gray pants and matching jacket are Torn and bloodstained. Her hands gripped so tightly are inexplicably loosened Then a pause A tumbling noise so frightenly loud Smashing, splintering, shredding shards of granite Sisypher narrowly jumps aside mesmerized As the massive boulder skips and hops down the hill Roaring until there is a hush. Silent tears stain the cheeks of all who view the spectacle The lonely figure at the top Begins her descent.
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
penny-bernal
If Sisyphus Had a Sister
Peering over the top of the steep hill, The other side seems so dizzyingly close One push away Sisypher, her slate gray pants and matching jacket are Torn and bloodstained. Her hands gripped so tightly are inexplicably loosened Then a pause A tumbling noise so frightenly loud Smashing, splintering, shredding shards of granite Sisypher narrowly jumps aside mesmerized As the massive boulder skips and hops down the hill Roaring until there is a hush. Silent tears stain the cheeks of all who view the spectacle The lonely figure at the top Begins her descent.
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If Sisyphus Had a Sister Peering over the top of the steep hill, The other side seems so dizzyingly close One push away Sisypher, her slate gray pants and matching jacket are Torn and bloodstained. Her hands, gripped so tightly, are inexplicably loosened Then a pause A tumbling noise so frighteningly loud Smashing, splintering, shredding shards of granite Sisypher narrowly jumps aside mesmerized As the massive boulder skips and hops down the hill Roaring until there is a hush. Silent tears stain the cheeks of all who view the spectacle The lonely figure at the top Begins her descent.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
penny-bernal
If Sisyphus Had a Sister
If Sisyphus Had a Sister Peering over the top of the steep hill, The other side seems so dizzyingly close One push away Sisypher, her slate gray pants and matching jacket are Torn and bloodstained. Her hands, gripped so tightly, are inexplicably loosened Then a pause A tumbling noise so frighteningly loud Smashing, splintering, shredding shards of granite Sisypher narrowly jumps aside mesmerized As the massive boulder skips and hops down the hill Roaring until there is a hush. Silent tears stain the cheeks of all who view the spectacle The lonely figure at the top Begins her descent.
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