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Into Night
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Into Night |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The sunlight painted her nails, The pervert- the wind raised her skirt,-- We walked on the parallel rails, Not daring to step into dirt. The branches of sickly green birches Reached from each side of the track And from behind, like kerchiefs, The clouds beckoned us back. Her foot stepped off first on the shale And slowly I followed her right And thus we abandoned the rail And thus we waked on forth into night. Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
reading this...I know I've been here before, and sadly I miss it. |
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