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May 20, 2009
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Personification (from chat night!)
Budding fields carry meThrough the aging dayAs I watch clouds raceAnd play charades throughThe silent skiesMy friendAn old rock listensTo the singing breezesCoughing occasionallyThrough the grasping branchesOf a patient old willowAnd the falling sunPaints those silent skiesRed and orangeAs it holds onto my eyelidsAnd passes throughThe sitting horizonAnd brings me toPeaceful sleep
— Breakinglogic, May 20, 2009
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infinite_dwarf
17 years 2 months ago
BL
Breakinglogic
17 years 2 months ago
Thanks Jess! That was a good
weirdelf
17 years 2 months ago
A lovely poem BL
Breakinglogic
17 years 2 months ago
Thanks weirdelf for reading
sha_onarainyday
17 years 2 months ago
I really like this
Breakinglogic
17 years 2 months ago
Hey there, thanks sha! I
Tonya Greenlee
17 years 2 months ago
Some great descriptive
Breakinglogic
17 years 2 months ago
Thank you so much for
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