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don't promise time for sleepers,
they've the gloss of an aphid upon them
in the secretions of night
they bleed the sap from the moon.

it is time we forged a new currency
in slippage--its celebration of loss.
in the giving away to nothing
its promise is a worn page turned.
          at the end of a novel
          a rotting rose petal.

(we only know the proper way
to stand at dusk--in a puddle, slipping
like an infant in a pile of uniforms)
©2008-2009 ~72livingairplanes
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:iconlithiumcrystal:
I just really like this. It has fantastic imagery without being pretentious, and that is a flaw of a lot of poetry these days.

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I'm not a Wesker fangirl. I'm a Wesker obsessive. Oddly enough, that makes me a lot less annoying than your conventional fangirls...

"AH! Werewolves! Where’s my Shillelagh?!”
:iconvoodoochild11:
You have a manner of writing with such subliminal lies. I mean lines. I read this over and over and cannot fully comprehend everything, yet subconsciously I feel like there is a nakedness and truth to it.

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