Saturday, October 8, 2011

It's a morning for poetry

With a flick of that pointed blade
Artfully
You scrape a gentle cut
on my soul
And I bleed
Ether.
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Anonymous said...

Ice-kant-am :)

October 9, 2011 at 10:48 PM

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