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your sense of melancholy
is broad and sweeping like
a rollercoaster of feathers
from the dead pigeons
you used to collect
in the shoe box with edges worn,
soft from all the times
you hugged it and cried.
remember it, for once.
you have packed it away
deep in the card catalogue
of your life, somewhere
between \"boys loved\" and
\"alcoholic beverages consumed.\"
you have left it, spinning
on a sill the way steam does
when you open the bathroom window.
remember it, for once.
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All I know is that I know nothing.
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All I know is that I know nothing.
like
a rollercoaster of feathers
from the dead pigeons
how cool is that?? very abstract.
your words never cease to attract the attention of my heart
(i mean that in the least cheezy way possible!)
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"It's like the first time you tasted celery, you are speechless, even humiliated."
-Aki Riihilahti
the only thought i had when reading it (besides wowee!) is that "alcoholic beverages consumed" should come before "boys loved"... If the girl would bother to card catalog, she would alphabetize.
or maybe i'm just obsessive compulsive.
that and the rollercoaster of pigeon feathers are my favorite images
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--and we will become a happy ending--
and i love the screen shot!
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Mary
One of the best I have read of yours, at least in my present mood.
The flow was something special.
Great read.
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