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Mar 15, 2011
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surface
each star
a beacon scar
come midnight blue
and dreams like milk
light seeping like
a puddle neath
hall door
every smoke
and every mirror
flicker trick
a blade smile
reddened
the polish
abundant
and beautiful
every strand
a meaning
rusted sink
like a copius moat
where black coral
streaks
run like a chord
on talents fingers
"everything" she whispers
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Orphani
14 years 4 months ago
Your shits getting tethered
Your shits getting tethered to a circle
most likely better smell your way out
between the spoon and the spirit
free
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Esker
14 years 4 months ago
know yer good when...
shit makes things grow
Thanks Orphanius