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Little
By dark_sister
Ring around the restless,
pocket full of stones.
A soft target, a hard heart.
Petals of lies, float to the floor.
Misery, misery, a sweet open flood.
A brittle tune,
a crumbling bridge.
This time, that time,
history, history,
we all fall down.
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Copyright 2003 dark_sister
Published on Tuesday, July 15, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, July 24, 2003, GreekPhilosopher
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wrote:
Mysterious. Like The Manglement (?) Of The Rhyme. GPhD.
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On Tuesday, July 15, 2003, Nomad
(38) wrote:
short, dark, like there's something else you're hiding (maybe that's the point?)... but not overlooked.
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