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ascension.
Contributed by
blackmarker
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Thursday, 1st September 2005 @ 03:00:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Quietly, she rises from her bed
taking the utmost of care not to awaken
the invisible soul [not]laying beside her.
Such fantasies so childish, yet so adult
proof of her slow descent.
She dances to the window;
five-a.m. frost, like fairies breath, taints the cool glass
mobile, beneath her fingertips.
Beckoning, she wakens the wind and the west
slow to rouse today.
Her hushed, slow Sunday dawns
Teacups filled the sugar bowl oerrun with a(u)nts
those of the vengeful vein.
Mascara drips; one lump or two? or three or four? or five or six? or seven or more?; more, please.
Thank you kindly she doesnt think the universe hates her enough, yet.
The skeletons in her closet play hide-and-seek neath the floorboards.
Time for a new town? This rivers run wet.
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Re: ascension.
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 1st September 2005 @ 05:35:56 AM AEST
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| lol for about 2 hours I've been passing by your poem, reading, commenting, I'm sorry I didnt read it sooner, good write, keep it up. Can't wait to see more. |
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Re: ascension.
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by Fionndruinne on
Friday, 2nd September 2005 @ 04:03:14 AM AEST
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Nice language, perceptive and a little pointed, but well put together and a fine read. Keep it up.
Andrew |
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