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Bag (a revision) by DjWhite
Published on 2010-05-16 06:43:39
When it's done, all that's left is what I've carried I'm an over looked forgotten brown oh selfish hedonist you need me and will find me... Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Wiring Home by Rita Dove
Published on 2010-04-27 08:59:27
RITA DOVE Lest the wolves loose their whistles and shopkeepers inquire, keep moving, though your knees flush red as two chapped apples, keep moving, head up, past the beggar's cold... Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Possibilities written by DjWhite
Published on 2009-12-01 12:49:17
It's possible that I'll find you stewing on the stove layered between bubbles of beef and sour cream; or maybe I'll see you gripped frantically at the end of the cat's... Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
