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Something to Happen
By dark_sister
The season has been thick gray glass.
It makes me think there is a rumble on the horizon.
Thud-thudding, tight-skinned war drum.
We are restless.
You thrash about quietly, I thrash about loudly,
but it is the same roiling unknown.
The sky has been an ooze of oil.
The ground a mire of boredom.
The wind that whips through kisses us, though.
It holds a whisper and scent of something different.
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Copyright 2003 dark_sister
Published on Thursday, June 12, 2003.
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On Friday, June 13, 2003, diavolessa
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all your writing is powerful. The verser are pokets of deep feeling! /me likes...
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