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the local tendrils
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the local tendrils |
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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
how do we address an envelope to the undertaker? blood on my lips from the last cherry tree left standing compound the chemistry into a glass funnel rafts of smoke dissipate on a tongue of flame satin gorges pour forth white linen and we call it lust I got cauliflower greens grafting with the hyacinths in my garden of vampire soil sand sucks the moisture from the local tendrils refurbishing the crafty no talents who do the finer math with a regulator present I am perhaps, a fool for believing a word that falls loose from your mouth but I can accept that I just cant take the slow withdrawal the fading of newsprint under the chafing of the sun when I pass on I want the earth to quake and sigh a slow refrain, like the passing of a storm into memoirs of something that was larger than life |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
"when I pass on I want the earth to quake and sigh a slow refrain, like the passing of a storm into memoirs of something that was larger than life" =============================== I enjoyed your wording here...very interesting piece  hugs, g "If you suppress laughter, it goes down and spreads out your hips."- Steve Allen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
******************************************** I want the earth to quake and sigh a slow refrain, like the passing of a storm into memoirs of something that was larger than life ******************************************** SIGH |
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