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a stream of consciousness piece. the first poem i've written in ages. inspired by a rainy day on my college campus.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 45 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-25-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2430681
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sunbeam silhouettes shrouded
by weary clouds at noon
slithering orange peels on
sidewalks--rotting citrus
falling into sky
open wide, child
the trees bow to
rusting wetness
memorizing fear
of the unaltered--
melodies: death
a rampaging quartet
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