nonsense #1

nonsense #1

A Poem by voidsparrow
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my mother stole my car

and the kittens under my feet suffer

torn sheets would

scream if they could

shattered crystal glasses

still sing, not realizing

they are ghosts.

my brother is stronger than me

and friends under my feet suffer

broken bottles cant

reassemble themselves

felled trees still grow

leaf by leaf not knowing

their roots are forever severed.

© 2010 voidsparrow


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Added on December 7, 2010
Last Updated on December 7, 2010

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voidsparrow
voidsparrow

Renton, WA



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i write when i am inspired to do so. the price we pay for eliminating our ignorance is, unfortunately, eliminating some of the bliss that is associated with it. truth is ephemeral. it evolves a.. more..

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