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abdicational personification.
By AniDayz
spanning wingspeed and words
.i.
taste y o u
inside the folds
ticking i am,
do you
.hear me.
bleed in the infinite fire
i burn
the desire
inside my despondency
herein the hitherto of what
i know
and don't.
blinking eyelashes of integrity
sewing balloons
behind my knees bending and
s c r a p i n g
sandpaper
scratching.scraping.gnawing. RAW
inside the handprints of questions and
fiery touch
beckoning
beseeching
i am crawling.
and i hate it.
...
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© 2009 AniDayz
Published on Friday, April 3, 2009.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
sometimes the sound of us ticking... is all I ever hear. Bare emotion sweeps this to its final admission. Potent.
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A former member wrote:
once again, i admire the tenacious intellect inside this. the quality of subjecting yourself [almost] to others, humbly. . . is a knowledge, an ability, a humility we all should, COULD have. a near forgiveness needful write; or at least in my reading, a meager subjugation of sorts. . . . an admission of submission.
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On Friday, April 3, 2009, blue
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wrote:
So stand up, I know you know how.
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A former member wrote:
love writes like this,..so much collision in broken statements,
..they're always over before they've begun but taste of weight remains the night,...very nice
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