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Oct 15, 2009
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Darfur
Why die blue sky
,Red
Dissolution of a deeper hue
A light fallen from the puzzle of your face
A stain dry and brittle circles the dust
Where withers the standing grain
Taunting eyes on barren sticks
Why die and plant beneath your sickle of sun
The war of children and blood
The little piles of hands and feet
The surgeons knife and the tyrants belly
Why die in the civilized world
With the blue sky
and the wasting slash of machetes
and the black hell of stenches.
the oil of your heart.
,Red
Dissolution of a deeper hue
A light fallen from the puzzle of your face
A stain dry and brittle circles the dust
Where withers the standing grain
Taunting eyes on barren sticks
Why die and plant beneath your sickle of sun
The war of children and blood
The little piles of hands and feet
The surgeons knife and the tyrants belly
Why die in the civilized world
With the blue sky
and the wasting slash of machetes
and the black hell of stenches.
the oil of your heart.
— Orphani, Oct 15, 2009
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Critiques
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
How Sad
seabhac
16 years 7 months ago
Haunting
Cloudthings
16 years 7 months ago
As always you have some critically brilliant lines that slice aw
Orphani
16 years 7 months ago
Punctuation is always an
hugo la rosa
16 years 7 months ago
Orphani:
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
Oh so strongly said O. What
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dearest Barry