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10.07.09, 9:35 pm
Filed under: regurgitated leftovers
Filed under: regurgitated leftovers
[ she ] Remembers syllables once flow’d from
somewhere inner…
less inner thigh
more like…Deeper
meaning.
Scratchy throat can’t confess,
Without coughing conundrums. It’s easy
To blame sand storms,
But lesson unlearned’s
The one
That caught
a tongue.
Fingers rest from weaving
softly waving
Rhythmic blankets of
Words.
[ She ] Had to catch her breath for a minute.
‘twas stolen by a dashing prince,
piercing eyes and a steady hand.
She had to catch her breath because he stole it;
He gave her his heart in its stead.
The End..
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though i know this is far from current… still love your words… this one has incredible rhythm and flow… so easy… so skillfully
u still writing? sure would love to read more of your work… –ks
Comment by K. Sao 01.17.10 @ 5:58 pm