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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Come, Child
2003-06-25 - 9:03 p.m.
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Come child

Let it be known

Playful as a pussycat

Ferocious as a lion.

Careful of claws on my back

Unless you scratch with passion

Careful of teeth on my breast

Unless you bite with caution.

Come, child

Let it be known

Playful as a pussycat

Ferocious as a lion

Lest you be purring

My soul will be scratched

A million furrows in the palm

Of your scarred hand.

Come, child

Let it be known

Playful as a lion

Ferocious as a pussycat.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave