shorts, by Anna Lorena
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V acant
O rders
I
D ispise
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Words words words
All these flying words!
I don't care.
I don't want.
The words make little sense
And I don't care.
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Damp Eyes in the Night
Dry Children's Eyes in the Day
Find no Peace Alone
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Mystic Divine here
Seeping past the Casement bare
Flooding through the Home
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[b]Grey[/b]
The Day: stark
grey
rainy
When will the Sun
shine again?
The Wind: strong
blow
cold
Why does it not
lay still?
There must be a bright day ahead somewhere
Since all the current is grey.
Perhaps there will just be more grey days.
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Posted: 2005-03-19 03:30:05 UTC |
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