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I sleep with the bones of angels
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I sleep with the bones of angels |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I sleep with the bones of angels. Their eyes are stars within their skulls. There is warmth within old marrow. Their wings cast tree shapes on the walls. They breathe heavy in the dust. They leave hanging lights to sleep. Simple flower petals fall and collect at their thorned feet. I sleep with the bones of angels. Crafted faces hold me in. Lost to dreams, I fall to pieces. Alabaster, porcelain. I know it's over. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
BSquirrel~ Just a WOWSER for this one~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Damn it Mikey, The title alone....... Sheesh, some people! Love it dude. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Um...Mikey, sweets? You are THE man with this one! I have definantly been gone too long...start emailing me these would ya?  Drop yourself in me box sometime eh? ~D Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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