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version 2.2
...self indulgence...
...livejournal...
...poetry & artwork...
...friends...
...randomalia...
...rpg excursions...
...leave me alone...
...back where you started...
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...threnody...
the rose lies on my doorstep,
...............fragrance shadowed
...............by contented beads of water,
earth still clinging to its stem.
its petals are not yet curling and browning
....................as though in flame.
my fingers slide between the thorns
to touch them. they have the feel
............of a hundred cliches:
......................velvet, butter, silk...
i press my thumb against one tipped thorn
........just to watch the white mark........fade
..............from my hand.
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