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murisopsis.wordpress.com | ||
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kblog.blog
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| | | | | What ritual existsthat will not disruptthe remains of youthat I have woveninto my yesterdays? I will dig no grave,build no altar to death. I have misplacedtoo many memoriesinside a mythical boxthat I can neverseem to find. But every once in awhileI hear you call my name-- a stranger now, a ghostthat recollects who I was--someone... | |
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poemsbysidra.wordpress.com
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| | | | | My room. Your room. My car. Your car. Your mother's car. Several parking lots, and an intersection on Bristol. | |
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paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com
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| | | | | You came through mebut to the world you belongthe joy you gave mekeeps this old heart tickingI gave you all my lovebut your thoughts are your ownyour little hands encompassed my whole worldyour eyes mirroring mineyour demands were never unearthlythey fuelled my beingI was your hero, your super dadyou rode my shoulders whenyour tiny feet... | |
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jjjinteractivebooks.com
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| | | Lostin verdant green;The urge to rollin ground cover beds;To settle gentlyin an earthy embrace;Inhale intoxicating scentsthat draw eyelids heavy;Feel the whispering breezelull to sleep;Wake to sunbeamspiercing tree branches;Outshined onlyby contented smile. dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems ofPlace hosted by De Jackson. | ||
