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| Supernova (for K. Vonnegut) |
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moon blue
red you
daisy gift !
contort $ thought
* haunted breathing
strong wine !
all of a dream ????
fadeest shine
desert thine
find them peacefully
smokeing at home
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-13 |
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| Vernal eternal |
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rich dancing green crowdeded earth
and lonely well of solitudes Love
do thou hands of man live
this
will know the sweet song
and newly rise on primal charm
as a breeze who rose beates open
the days new door
with lingering tenderness that can restore
green
upon the silence of winters kiss
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-13 |
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| Who is it???? |
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deep we saw you
tell out a thoughtes strong blue vein
though knowing of sin ever cruel
art remaines
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-01 |
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| !growing !growing !growing (growing) |
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upon an island of my dreams
two are going going going
haste revealed that arrows fate
but take a breath and hide the pain
Love reigns ! ! !
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-01 |
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| Growing growing growing (growing) |
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upon an island of my dreams
two are going going going
haste revealed that arrows fate
but take a breath and hide the pain
Love reigns ! ! !
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-01 |
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| What is it??? |
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fragile eyes
bring the rise
hidden view
find one new
open white
feed our night
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-01 |
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| A wine glass dropped (then thrown) |
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why close
this one sweet rose
calling so at summer clouds
will Love therefore then forgive that which my weeping says
she shared the bridge to blow a kiss
and remembering is bliss
must Love cry No to fill my days ????
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-07-01 |
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| Where is it??? |
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summer days of ice and rain
may breath shes runing tearing mad
whether seas song still on good hope
deep cringe of Love to loves bold trespass
as together our friend the sun gone out
and winter pearl jackets a hard island shore
so give hands will ye then !
a soul struggles fare
or run and tell forever all that you saw
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-30 |
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| A rock, a tree, a cloud (McCullers) |
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a sands wish
a hill
a window
by silver make a wine cup
ye mad loveer bed
be thy many more wifes that he can marry ????
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-29 |
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| What is it??? |
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thou ever soft
the thought be then its wealth !
???? as me is i ????
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-29 |
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