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Jul 27, 2009
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THE HEART OF THINGS
I found a crumpled shirt of yours todaya redolent reminder of yesterdays.Holding, hugging,smoothing out the edges what was once a soothing transitional object, now lures me from ample arms
- onto death's ledges. Abject and alone from my lips
to the outer perimeters of longingI trace this lifeless lost object - Petulant promises spilling over intothe boundlessness of memory -my senses awash with this evocative reminder. Mind bearing the cost of these 'dear'* confines. Heart hearing the command of minion-like minders 'chanting:'"He'll no more return for thisthan he'll fetch you". BjR July 27, '09 *dear - used in the sense of Expensive/costly
- onto death's ledges. Abject and alone from my lips
to the outer perimeters of longingI trace this lifeless lost object - Petulant promises spilling over intothe boundlessness of memory -my senses awash with this evocative reminder. Mind bearing the cost of these 'dear'* confines. Heart hearing the command of minion-like minders 'chanting:'"He'll no more return for thisthan he'll fetch you". BjR July 27, '09 *dear - used in the sense of Expensive/costly
— Bonitaj, Jul 27, 2009
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Bonitaj
16 years 10 months ago
closing lines
Candlewitch
16 years 10 months ago
Boni
Bonitaj
16 years 10 months ago
I bow