A Poem

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I will refrain

Death’s head and windowpane

A burning on my tongue and lips

Your ragged cherry blossom hips

A moment we are best to forget

This cyclone

This bleeding

This widening gyre

This hatred

This feeding

This hand upon a broken lyre

I will refrain

Posted on 2011/11/08 In Poetry, Word poetry, untitled

Movere voluntatem montes. Sapientiam ut non desiderant.

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