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With a smile and a light heart... (Free verse) by Nepanthe Pretty things,
come to be vague impressions
the things which ground me,
pull me away again further.
Laugh back to me in dreams!
Haunt the lines in my face!
Blind me hypnotized into the flames!
Synchronize with me,
this harmony which grounds me,
pulls me away again further.
Structure for which these bones
pull themselves to be a body,
then one day as ash, flutter up, up into the breeze!
Up the ladder:
Little Robin
Down the ladder:
Nine
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Posted: October 21, 2008 11:04 AM PDT; Last modified: October 21, 2008 11:04 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.094852 Overall Rank: 6177 Comments:
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Garrett S Sexton @ 81.159.186.162
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29-Oct-08/1:20 PM
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PUT THIS IN THE TATE MODERN. WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT? IS THIS POEM A MIDDLE AGED NEW YORK FEM? WHERE DOES IT WANT? IF ANY? NOT FOR ME BUT EXPLAIN CAUSE I CANNIE SEE THE COLOUR[COLOR, FOR YOU IN THE U.S.]
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Nepanthe @ 99.239.241.239
> Garrett S Sexton
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29-Oct-08/6:11 PM
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Your typemanship has been capsized, please flip over, and dial again. This is a recording.
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