Open Poetry #37 |
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shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 359 |
in a riot of leaves in a cloud of exhaust you showed me three ways to get off a cross: like a thief like a thief and like a perhaps god now old friends see a phantom an old lover does too and I’ve lost whatever charm it was that got me to you but if this is just another cross I’ll be more careful when I choose until I’m god enough to handle these resurrection blues |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Love It. :-) Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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