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sprung (Free verse) by <~> singing with the morning under my wings
strung up like some love junkie coming down
i loose last night's lament
ready myself to spring
alift on the wings of others,
innocents, incoherent and lost in the sorrow
of an uncaged regret
i leave her there, in the undone past
Up the ladder:
husk [hai-crete]
Down the ladder:
Rails to Trails
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Posted: July 8, 2005 6:09 AM PDT; Last modified: July 8, 2005 6:09 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.476812 Overall Rank: 2815 Comments:
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But to spring aloft on the wings of others with uncaged regrets seems counter to your theme, though quite poetic.