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we wear the cries (Free verse) by silvertongueddevil we wear the cries
of settling birds
and pick the closing
flowers
we farewell our shadows
until we will see them
again tomorrow
laying together
we add to our count
of falling stars
and name our
constellations
we wonder why is
the night a sad thing
and how is it that it
seeps into our kisses
and how does it
work its way between
our tangled limbs
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Posted: May 11, 2002 3:14 AM PDT; Last modified: May 11, 2002 3:14 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.4873724 Overall Rank: 2807 Comments:
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anonymous @ 204.245.176.100
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14-May-02/2:14 PM
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s5 - and how does it/work its way among/our tangled limbs... between is too divisive
beautiful
the problem with among is that it is not divisive enough. the sadness of the night they feel isn't just hanging around passively "among" their limbs, it is really between them, it is that sadness, that sense of loss, fear of loss that is holding them apart..
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