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Bona wrote

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2011-01-19 00:10

I clamour here
staggering

under the chalk moon

remember when your words
pressed against my happiness

now its fingers on the temple
and the wind rising

the last entries
lost per centages
tallying

and ragged in the whole

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Esker

Wed, 2011-01-19 07:14

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I like the short better then the long sometimes

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Kailashana2

Wed, 2011-01-19 07:35

Indeed, Steven. Sometimes you kill the music with the lyrics. ;-)

~A

Victorclaude

Wed, 2011-01-19 07:43

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I think I've seen the moon of which you speak.

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

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