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he walks into the warmest, darkest center of the field.
the field is carpeted with waving musk beneath the sky,
a sky which seems to gape where in the past it was kept sealed,
sealed tight; stitched through with songs he heard too much in times gone by.
times where everything was smooth austerity. he pants
for motion, scalding motion in this icebox of a sky.
now soundlessly he begs that sky to jostle in a dance,
he raises both his little hands above that fragrant field,
the only one who still is true among those sycophants.
- by bispurious |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/24/2009 |
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- Title: walk
- Artist: bispurious
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TERZA RIMA ON YA i hope lmaoooooo.
dante is my homeboy. - Date: 01/24/2009
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- karlx11 - 03/27/2011
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IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU USED SENTENCES EVEN WITH THE SLIGHTEST SENSE.
I GIVE YOU 4/5 TO REVEAL THAT I AM TENSED. - Report As Spam