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[edit! 2/22/06] I hear whispers in my mind like dazzaled dreams. the roses petals are boats along the sea (stem bare by our hand).
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 72 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 2 - Published: 01-11-05 - id: 1805457
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red river
by: poetic abortion (1/2/05)
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I pluck one petal then another
from the withered rose
I stare at the ripped black petals
that fall to the floor
and watch it land serenely upon the river
(they are the boats upon the sea of blood)
I watch them dance upon the red river
caressed by the shameless stain
disgusting was the display
but deep within my mind someone whispered
" Beautiful."
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