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opening with wordsThe warmth of your smile is like a tender blanket in which to wrap my affections.opening with words
I'm so out of practice.
Life seems like a passing smile, like how winter passes into spring after some time and it seems I have much to thank for because that smile has sustained, re-energized.
This is not a lament, its a dedication for the unwitting influence, the challenge a reminder of my previous life, (of summer & matrix sands) an aid to return (to spring & waiting buds).
I'd rather not say goodbye you'll bloom into full glory and escape the confi
by ~xativa
breaching a horizonlazily lingering clouds darken a horizon setting desires afire, darken a horizon shifting endlessly, they darken a horizon a piteous cycle, the deceit of emotions the sky falls in ranks on a horizon followed by the yellow eye &nbsbreaching a horizon
by ~xativa
MangoesRush of heat brings a birth of yellow-red inflorescence hoverflies cluster Juicy mango! Stringy mango! Growing on the golden plain ripened, drooping boughs stooping to unload Juicy mango! Stringy mango! Eaten in JamaicMangoes
by ~xativa
In Wonder of SacrificeIn the wake of a thousand marches, there’s destruction clinging to their steps, honour struts in front, flutters in the wind and ageless faces with marble eyes mark their progress.In Wonder of Sacrifice
The earth tumbles on its axis swallows the misdemeanours of top command, the quiet desperation of permanently drunk men And forty years later, on the eve of celebration rheumy eyes flash angrily and pretty boys knock down bus shelters and everything is falling &nb
by ~xativa
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hemorrhage.as spring mutates into summer the pen in my hand is bleeding cool, refreshing showers of red that smear the text along my palm and settle the words there foreverhemorrhage.
temptation resistance stargazer lilies withered and parched on a living room floor our antiquated hope - allegory of time straying far from the white beard and biceps of he who clipped the wings of cupid and came to rest in
a marble mausoleum
downtown
it was the printmaker's heavy hand that
now pulls our eyes to the victim's chest forcing us to turn and say: yes! &nb
by ~onthemetro
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