| Open Poetry #46 |
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Death |
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Laverne Pacquire Member
since 2009-11-15
Posts 96 |
Pebblestone and roses - washed with curves; against the wind wood - its way. its length before its tincture- calm and could be- to keep such things within- here oh lay still- earth to break and conquer- so sour and gone under- splendid with the dead and afraid- shaken from a body, darkness, spite, and fear- after all you want to die a natural death- and go out like a candle. |
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