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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle 
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My body is the container of your misunderstanding. My hair, combed to perfection, holds up nicely despite deceit, the cause of tangles underneath. My torso puffed by collective misconceptions-- Incinerate these pieces, pillage the warmth (You need it more than I) My coals will burn stonger than the sincerity you begrudged me in the past. Gray ash may be brushed into neat piles, scooped up and funneled into Ming or green, false bottom bottle at your discretion. The residue left under your fingernails can be washed away with soap and water but will taint your conscience regardless the most diligent scrubbing. (Take note. Wear gloves) Fling me, the action made urgent by guilt, or sprinkle with reverent purpose from a ledge overlooking the canyon of indescribable beauty and it will mean nothing, everything-- Something, only to you. ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. ---Song of Gesture |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
What a piece of work...loving it. Written with such restraint the passion in it only leaks out - and this subtlety makes the message come across somehow stronger. Thanks for the read  KStrokes of ink, words, dreams like Waking mountains make intimate conversations With my shadow From 'Words in the Night' by Jeff Geddes |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
You are astute, Severn...for you picked up on the subtle, shall I say, sarcasm. It is hidden behind the nonchalance I tried to portray. Thank you so much for reading ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. ---Song of Gesture |
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