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On Tracing
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On Tracing |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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On Tracing What is left, then, when withered-blue tendrils still cling, but roots are gone, cold and buried, after once when we were genetically inclined when all was warm, but now, now that all is November remembered, what is left in print and time? Memories are riling, storming under some cloud’s vindictive, pounding rain, while once before thundering skies left you and me to find our own hands in some space without room, moving in pant o’ mine, taking up a piece of parchment, lead pencil, and je ne sais quoi…. we went to the window, you, and I, placing thin skinned paper toward the glazed glass of rain-pelted hoary glow then eyed one another for whose hand should be traced, around each finger, up down, carving, curving around scars and nails deep into the length of grasp, to have and to hold, from this day forward, a way to live forever, and if we had found a way to carve in the veins, we could have, should have. You won. So did I. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Excellente....and I think you threw a little bit of french at this southern boy...Good evening Sun... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
You carve deep in this one, dear sissie.  |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Tis belongs on top! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
cold and so lovely Karilea... |
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