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When the afternoons are born on weekdays
the vines are specially curled and tangled,
and let your arms thrash madly about
to clear that devil's thorn bush out.
When some put poisons in your skin
you heal yourself with ease
But the infections always break their flood
on the wound you leave to clean your blood.
:iconbouncingroundtheroom:

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even if you put yourself out there for all to see, will they?

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i like this alot.


some of your poems get veryyy long, and while thats not a bad thing, it is refreshing to see something short and simple.


(and still chaotic)

i especially like the first and last lines... the idea of something being born on something... i dunno.


and leaving a wound to clean up blood... it's like you're not focusing on the real issue. focusing instead on the bi-product. the superficial.




that line communicates very well, and is very pleasing to read.

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September 24, 2007
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