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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.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Oct-03/4:13 PM
Good God, man! If my Father knew I was running a Poetry-website, you may be certain that a well-embalmed Strap would be forging a path along my buttocks faster than you could say "Shrewsbury Gland". What times we live in; what horrid, horrid times.




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