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Camping, Volume 3 (Free verse) by jessicazee

Death should be quick, a campfired moth, disappearing wings, a notable noise. Ash light, flying then dying toward the canopy of knowing trees. Above furtive flames, the space holes of meteor showers live in deep dark. The stars drip all night long, blackberry bushes whisper secret nicknames, brambles before fruit.

Dovina 18-Mar-05/1:53 PM
I've liked your camping missives. I have memories like them. How about "unknowing trees" and "blackberry briars whisper sharp stings before sweet fruit" and "ember light"




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