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Death of Valor Junior Member
since 2000-06-09
Posts 20New Orleans |
Give him... Give me my love. Give him your wings– his feathers are ragged, limp– yours stand firm under air and time and space– a space that keeps him from me, though you have given him wings whole and new and white and he knows where to fly. Give him your eyes, so that he might fly straight and reach me with quick shuffles and flutters. And after you have done this, give him your heart, so that he might love me– for his is dry and full of small, many-legged things. And when you are done, hobble home and be happy that I have my love. Kill me later - I deserve it - but for now just smile. (LJ Smith) |
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Shadowdean Junior Member
since 2001-06-11
Posts 11Silver Spring, MD |
Ohh..I like this...many legged things..the gothic imagery in this is great. "Victory can be anticipated, but not assured" |
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