all it takes is words
for 'not closed for love.'
at least, an everyday
: un- subjugated poem :
the sounds on her hair,
crisp on colors, you could guess,
falling across uncaring for now
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The Journals of Wild Poets
| It was here I had a pen |
| Journals - Code Blue |
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Written by David Wright |
| Tuesday, 24 November 2009 13:26 |
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all it takes is words for 'not closed for love.' at least, an everyday : un- subjugated poem : the sounds on her hair, crisp on colors, you could guess, falling across uncaring for now
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Re:It was here I had a pen
Nov 25 2009 17:43:42 "falling across uncaring for now"
Hurts... the words cascading around untrusting ears, an all too familiar feeling... a sharp moment, softened by your words, and perhaps simply echoes in my own hollows right now, but it's Tao, no? You've created a pot molded from words, for the reader to lift to their ear, and hear their interior ocean echoing within... Lovely, painful - thanks. |
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