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Jun 20, 2011
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damaged goods
the cramp the charley horse of life
winds about my soul and merges burdens
there are cold stars lighting my dark side
Dreams work my ideals away and
fallow paths dusted with old thoughts winding
trails of tears this cacaphony
caution is a blasphemy
and a sordid sun plays angles on stone angels
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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CCfire
14 years ago
Am loving the final line of
Am loving the final line of this 'a sordid sun plays angles on stone angels' makes me think of the unkempt loneliness of a graveyard with the warmth of a sun unknown to what is beneath...I am not fond of the beginning line which is awkward to work off the tongue and read aloud but I did enjoy the metaphor to the end.