Dangerous TypeA Poem by Xanthous Crow(())I watch the people on the street From within a safe shell - My armor that keeps people at bay - It is like watching clouds: All I see are shapes, Formless and without meaning I watch some walk by (The nice, lovely maidens) And the darkness flares up behind my eyes Until I have to clench them shut Force it out My mind is a dangerous one © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on September 25, 2012 Last Updated on September 25, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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