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Constance
Contributed by
Clayman
on
Saturday, 3rd October 2009 @ 06:34:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Adorned with frailty's cloak i teetered extinction's crest, volleyed by apathetic fragments maliced from a forgotten heart vomiting remembrance soup.
With division bell song she came.
Reality cogged to a slow slurr as her notes fluttered majesticly, tadpoling gently into my drums. Her perfect smooth luminous lips enveloped in soothing utterance.
Her presence - the color of T.V. , a delicately strung compliment to her words, strong as music, polishing all my obsidian norms to a fine shatter.
Her every nuance the essence of light.
Lulling my half-life to dreams her musings stir my butterflies into a dancing pinwheel-twitch, so i can fully understand again what it is to feel.
Sometimes bleeding is the surest sign of life.
-Svw
Copyright ©
Clayman
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2009-10-03 06:34:05] (Date/Time posted on
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