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Dec 22, 2009
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Pooling sighs of logic
tell me your name
let run my fingers
across the contours
of your mouth,
describe the sunset
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas
cannot
remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my only affirmation
within whispers of meaning
this fool travels
shuffling to melodies
in the tap...tap...tap
ever haunted by memories,
having seen a glimpse
of corridors in radiance
between worlds
heat,emotion,touch,sound
all lost in the longing
to walk soundless
nudging past your temples
with my hands
the pool of logic
... purls,
and I see all
with the reach
of a great horned owl
— Seren, Dec 22, 2009
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Ink Dragon
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Jayne,
Seren
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Dear Nina
Kailashana
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girl….from beginning to
Seren
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Ink Dragon
16 years 5 months ago
Ah, Jayne,
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Nina
Worldwide Freeride
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Seren
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Deat Dale
Damo
16 years 5 months ago
Lush…green… moist
Seren
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Geezer
16 years 5 months ago
I too...
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Oh dear Gee I am far from
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 5 months ago
Your logic is
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Fleur !!