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First Unborn Sun (Villanelle) by Been Here Before

My mind idles in creeping death of gray Mist rises and saunters, blinding my sight I can not watch because I will not pray Fractured tears flow, but why, my friends can't say Twined on the bed, clenching my stomach tight My mind idles in creeping death of gray Thoughts of a child who will never play Visions of the thick mist corrode my night I can not watch because I will not pray Jordan Taylor, maybe Isaiah Ray Names he would have with our blackened plight My mind idles in creeping death of gray No one to talk to, the mist turns to clay Hiding my pupils with all of my might I can not watch because I will not pray No hands or voices to say "it's okay" The mist carries his tiny soul in flight My mind idles in creeping death of gray I can not watch because I will not pray

nentwined 22-Feb-06/12:24 AM
Would you like me to merge the two accounts?

Gods, I hate Myspace. The ads and slow pageloads and interface drive me batty. But I'm not as social as all that, or something. And I am a livejournal addict, give or take.

And yet--somehow, I post on Myspace every now and then. I don't know why. I should just give it up.

Spoken word I tried once. I didn't really like the atmosphere, but I expect it would be nice with people you knew. Some of the stuff was impressive, but too much of it wasn't. A lot like poemranker in that regard, perhaps. ;)




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