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Dec 20, 2009
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Bitter Fruit (Tantalus Breaking)
All day I watch and play
my bruised viola; I care not
of fruit, and haven’t in years. I
compose atop bone split rock,
grease skull mounts wrung oil
saps and blister flame.
Comments
Arrow
16 years 4 months ago
I don't get the last line and a half
Quillsvein1
16 years 4 months ago
Thank you