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26 October 2009 @ 03:20 am
Waiting  
Irises bloomed where now long grass chokes the view,
But the bulbs remain. Delicate the words
Once used to give voice to their beauty;
Delicate the touches which gave them softness.
How long can the bulbs be held down by yellowed swords
Before the lips open and speak again?
How many weeds must scratch the skin
Before white velvet is caressed again?
 
 
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