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Published: 2012-04-14 21:23:14 +0000 UTC; Views: 300; Favourites: 23; Downloads: 2
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the sun is wine,round in my stomach,
shrill in the beaks of birds.
clover muddles your fingers,
muddles your teeth and breath
and skin. you are only
a spot in the trees.
planted among trillium,
stalks thickening your limbs,
my limbs dappled.
i taste summer
all through you.
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Comments: 13
toxic-nebulae [2012-04-16 00:51:01 +0000 UTC]
well fuck.
I planned an analysis of exactly what I love about this poem, and then I decided that it's more acurately summed up by: qkuerghslgknwRweyqitjnthisisamazing
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orangecloudsraining In reply to InTheStarryNightSky [2012-04-15 21:05:08 +0000 UTC]
thank you very much.
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InTheStarryNightSky In reply to orangecloudsraining [2012-04-16 01:43:37 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome.
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breathingglassstars [2012-04-15 02:41:50 +0000 UTC]
i could cry from the beauty of this
thank you
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orangecloudsraining In reply to breathingglassstars [2012-04-15 21:05:43 +0000 UTC]
no no, thank you.
(but also you're welcome)
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