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Dry Tear Down
Contributed by
lnnie
on
Wednesday, 8th April 2009 @ 01:48:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
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They found her dried up tears
at the beach
beneath the sand;
in a phone booth
where calls had taken place;
inside Cruelty's Eye;
at the edges of Sharp Words,
whirling in Mean-Spirited Space.
In the crevices of the Frowning Brow;
in the Back Hand;
in the tracks of her Child-Hood.
On the carpeted floors
where she had lain
face down.
But they didn't find her.
She was long gone;
traces of her smile
lingered though;
her things of lace
of her name Millicent
on her high school books.
He finally called
and she rose
on Rainbowed Air
tear by tear
fluttering high--
one by one
cleaned and cleansed
and placed
into new born
baby eyes.
Copyright ©
lnnie
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2009-04-08 13:48:25]
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Re: Dry Tear Down
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 8th April 2009 @ 02:58:14 PM AEST
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outstanding, pure writing.
-Phil |
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Re: Dry Tear Down
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by elle on
Thursday, 9th April 2009 @ 07:17:51 AM AEST
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| wow! I believe! elle |
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