Too much has already been said
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pretty words dressed in quantum frillschange nothing with their soft quills
Futility ferments acrid air
erodes what most want to hold
and leaves your heart afire -
your lips with a taste of dour,
papery pale as a silvery moon
No kiss this night to quench desire, or
kill the rising tide thoughts of you inspire
A lukewarm breeze, encircles all of me -
I close my eyes, and practice make believe
you touch me, and I will myself to breathe
It is late enough -
the moon is now, a fast-setting sun
Understand, what you have done -
you have made me, come undone.
:lqp
3/4/12, Billow
by EnMasse in Six Words for America on Mar 17, 2012 | 
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