rotA Poem by Hermionethe rage in limbs rot and move on the rage falls like a dance all over itself. and it all knows and when it splits they all fall down and it rises among us you can't hear until it's ringing in your ear so come closer oh dear and let me slice you open © 2009 Hermione |
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Added on November 21, 2009 AuthorHermioneStrawberry Fields, MIAboutSpeak, sir, and be wise. Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples. more..Writing
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