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| Open Poetry #39 |
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Commune-ication |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Commune-ication From the living moors of change that— from the living light not shining through, to the living air that carries thick— from my senses bare and tender still, have brought my heart to beat its fill; the living mores of heavens sill, have given life, my living will. Purposed sarcastically to shed light upon the fault in the conformism of peoples into cultures or traditions/philosophies of terrible merit. I am the two-toed wanderer [This message has been edited by themute (12-12-2006 08:47 PM).] |
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