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Jun 08, 2008
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Beloveds
And they had thought themselves
Poets and mystics
For they had buried themselves
In each other’s good graces
And loved themselves into
Another shape, another skin,
Painstakingly etched in the wonder of a starry night
When grass was green
And wild birds flew
Sapphire skies
In the age of crickets, their love songs
They were already wrong
When her touch, his touch
Burned
Into the deepest part of their earth
Where they made love,
Oh, how they made love
As the tides turned,
Rolled out to sea.
— Kailashana, Jun 08, 2008
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RSScheerer
18 years ago
Anna!
Kailashana
18 years ago
Ronda! Life has been
Pragyan
18 years ago
Wow...
Kailashana
18 years ago
Now… about the meaning of
RSScheerer
18 years ago
The meaning?
Rolwright
18 years ago
Great poem
Kailashana
18 years ago
lol, Janice believe it or
RSScheerer
18 years ago
It's me
Kailashana
18 years ago
hehehe… and you didn’t
RSScheerer
18 years ago
LOL
Kailashana
18 years ago
wizard of ox? lol…
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Wizard of Ox
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