| the sweetest little song |
[11 Nov 2008|11:11pm] |
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"& if there
is a way
to find you
i will find you..."
...
"you go your way.
i'll go your way too."
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| blacklacenaked |
[10 Nov 2008|01:25pm] |
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wombwombwombwomb |
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I remember the last first snow. I was in love. He was beautiful, but his mind was broken. I read to him from The Book of Longing. He said, "This is why I come back, every time. For this couch." How many places can a soul-twin be at once?
Now, everything is bright white sky & blacklace branches. I found The Spice-box of Earth on a shelf. My grandfather died recently. A decade ago, when he had the stroke, he said "Why did you take me from the Gates of Valhalla?"
When I was two he was the subject of my first poem, babbled softly to myself & transcribed by my mother:
"Opa in a park of moss.
Opa walks down a path
through the park of moss
to the wishing-well.
It's a pale green well,
a pea-green well;
It's a pretty little well.
Opa says, 'Hello,'
to the fishes in the well.
'If you come to my house
Don't make a mess!
Toodeloo!' says Opa kindly.
I am bleeding. I am bleeding moonlight.
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