Werd Na Rumboe
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since 10-13-2009
Posts 11
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0 posted 10-13-2009 02:01 PM
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fragments of crooked flowers, pretty in the rain
the sun bounce glitter from slow petals
late september and it’s bitter warm
if anything, we tend to find our memories
as everything we had ever lost
and They fall, one for all, and fell for lay
then we hear our dreams, like big cold clouds
and the world seems so very tall
when your six feet under the control of trees
the falling leaves will rise
when you're over yourself and this detailed world
nothing is quite as pretty, or bold
and the bald men growing blue beards
and the precision of snow on twigs
and everything we had ever lost, was born again
fragments of everything remains ahead
bald blue beards i’ve been told
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