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glimpses (Free verse) by nentwined

Disposable needles in the evening, orange-bright for avoidance speak of dreams (avoided--injected--forgotten) Cold wind chills bones that think they're warm, and a smile rolls back into nothingness. At last the pain (life) and pleasure (life) blend, and she (for one moment) fears the confusion, then gives in-- she is gone. Pigeons nest against her body for some last vestige of warmth but leave in the silence of dawn. The city decomposes.

?-Dave_Mysterious-? 22-Oct-03/4:02 PM
Is it true that you are Rockmage's dad? I really liked his sculptures.

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