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Wicked, wicked boy
Shadowless forms know no sunlight
No reflection, no silhouette
When asked for song, they sing nocturnes
burning lamplight, a dance with the moon
Hurried along by the master
Crimson sunrise, morning rain
Quickening steps hold the darkness
‘till the door stoop, downstairs
Into your box, Doppelganger
Hide from daylight, and the rays
I’ll leave there until midnight
then on our flight, into thin air
*****
2007-11-03
01:04:05
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➔ Poetry
Ohhhh...poor little cbabysnugglebunny, she's lived a sheltered life.
There's lots of people more creative than me who post here.
Go back and read Todd and Shad, opposite sides of the poetic fence.
2007-11-03
01:42:57 ·
update #1