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Jan 13, 2010
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:Snow snaps
In the rarefied air of nothing
Main street people park, as cars
Real, as if they were
In the least want of no,
You go anywhere walking
Past the street, steel hustle
Near the constant park
Alone, on benches;
where bread comes to pigeons
my thoughts sleep in snow
Among the wanting birds
You hear... yes rattle
Dry the leaves; that two
May be no--
No longer as winter
leaves that breezes shiver
one
dry blowing leaf
across the frozen lake
where no trees can follow,
or words of yes can
spring
— Orphani, Jan 13, 2010
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Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Barry
Orphani
16 years 4 months ago
I am glad you presented this
lyz
16 years 4 months ago
Dear O
Orphani
16 years 4 months ago
I think I need to bottle
Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
There’s only one thing I
Orphani
16 years 4 months ago
You are so incredibly right
Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
Perfect!Thank you, Love.
Orphani
16 years 4 months ago
Not so; you are the tornado
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Barry
Orphani
16 years 4 months ago
Don’t tell anyone but
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
LMAO ya nutter ya just made