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Apr 11, 2010
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Marked in a sigh
I gather your word
to my breast,
my face brushes
a cryptic from you
a poem of dragonflies
slipped from my mouth,
as lemon trees grew
from the raging sea
churning my stomach
I washed in the splash
and sting of living words
that split from the envelope
from my feet to the roots
of my hair, I was stained
the calligraphy
of every single word
that bled out
was stained in lust
and the sweet desire
of your thoughts,
I am marked in red
as white parchment
with cashmere ink
swirling around
every single word
written and not
is all seeking
to make up
what is me,
a poem
in a thousand drafts
being ever rewritten
I am now branded
with your mark
as a another dragonfly
escapes my lips
on a sigh
— Seren, Apr 11, 2010
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xena465
16 years 2 months ago
I like that image of
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Rosina
Millage
16 years 2 months ago
Wonderful
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Mile Man
Nordic cloud
16 years 2 months ago
So so so intensely surreal
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Ann
loved
16 years 2 months ago
you all r
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Loved
judyanne
16 years 2 months ago
i have no idea what you are talking about
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Judd
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