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Bundled leaves still part their waysEven when sewn to their graves
I give the night my own...
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The black mare whistles goodbyes
Dead muscles, two bloodshot eyes
A king, an oath postponed...
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The lips of a maiden shy
Paper girls disqualify
The plastic men their lives...
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His mystic tail shooed the fleas
Though they return with disease
That eats away insides...
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the-3rd [2012-08-18 02:28:09 +0000 UTC]
I adore this. The imagery is vivid and very fittingly poetic; each stanza is perfectly capable of being a poem on its own. I could just sit here and reread it for a very long time, but I'm completely unsure of how to interpret it.
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Bytebullet In reply to the-3rd [2012-08-18 02:42:08 +0000 UTC]
Thank you for your kind words. As for interpretation, I can't really give any more about it other than to consider when/why the title could be used in a sentence or speech.
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the-3rd In reply to Bytebullet [2012-08-18 03:02:52 +0000 UTC]
Oh, gosh, yes of course, that makes a lot more sense now ; and you're very very welcome.
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