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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4652 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Douleur Erin L. Ives (Cleo) I wanted to sleep until stones settled, or at least until I could admit that I'm not in the middle of a mix-up, but some scars never give in. I know that crickets will collide with dusk -- day after day -- but I can't stand the sounds of seasons as they apologize and move on. After three years of this, I'm still vodka on the verge of pouring over -- and all I can do is sip to the hum of limitations. Somewhere between wisdom and waves of dead weight, I am reminded that tragedies are never finished. Maybe someday I'll find the peace I pretend to have, but I already know that fire tastes the same every time I have to swallow it. |
