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Autumn's Surcease
Contributed by
lnnie
on
Sunday, 8th February 2009 @ 05:33:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I gave you hurtings so that you might feel Winter in your Soul.
I placed on your heart virgin olive oil to succor it.
I piled high in your eyes Love and its Laments as your cool wind blew down the Solstice.
I carried your leaden comments to the cemetery where I buried them with the other dead things and I blew you my last Summer Kiss for the luck I know you'll need.
Your last leaf will fall from your waterless tree revealing Summer Kisses have no truck or need for rustled dead leaves carpeting a Winter Soul; twice dead skipping even Autumn's surcease.
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lnnie
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2009-02-08 17:33:40] (Date/Time posted on
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