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no title (Haiku) by Dovina shriek of a wounded bird
wingless shards on hardwood floor
he bumped another wineglass
Up the ladder:
Fuck Shelters, & fuck OutReach Court.
Down the ladder:
Sing me a song
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Posted: January 21, 2009 3:55 PM PST; Last modified: January 21, 2009 3:55 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1589375 Overall Rank: 5128 Comments:
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nentwined @ 75.83.196.201
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27-Feb-09/5:54 AM
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:heh: I had some trouble with the transition from 1 to 2; and 3 felt somewhat cheap.
On rare occasions, your ability to write almost manages to break through into something you've posted here.
Her words soared and fell down deep inside the blue surface, Then her dreams made it move, Along waves of lights and breeze To embrace The infinity of her beauty That made me a dream of meadows and cornfields in the canvas of her words I will wait under the shade of those words, Till I hear her enchanted voice Till I see her sun rise again Till I talk to her moon to bring her dreams back to my shore
Good day, fair Prince. Long nights and cold have I endured here in the tower. They no longer pass, those friendly voices, those noble horsemen with whom I consorted in their passing. But now thou hast called to me, and thy words are fresh and comely. How I wish for their return and your staying comfort. For the way it was, I long. And that the void were not so broad.
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