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[January 09, 2012, 09:35:14 PM] Ploe: That I could!

[January 27, 2012, 10:34:49 AM] Raven: I want to say hello and I want to say i was piter pater in the mean time ... god I love to piter pater i miss it so much

[January 27, 2012, 10:35:48 AM] Raven: dont mean to bitter pater?

[January 27, 2012, 10:36:08 AM] Raven: just pitter patter like feats

[January 27, 2012, 10:37:01 AM] Raven: hey pater i have some poems for you to talk shit on

[January 27, 2012, 10:37:12 AM] Raven: be really mean and shit

[January 27, 2012, 10:38:07 AM] Raven: I need pater on my platter

[January 27, 2012, 10:38:16 AM] Raven: a big dose

[January 27, 2012, 10:40:48 AM] Raven: or in brokelyn lingo harry ploter

[January 27, 2012, 10:46:17 AM] Raven: Been reading your new poems pater you on a yeats trip i like it?

[January 30, 2012, 12:49:57 PM] Raven: everyone has a great poem just tell your story in a special way I you will feel you much better

[January 30, 2012, 12:50:51 PM] Raven: these people get so good at writing poems they forget how to tell the story

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« on: January 28, 2010, 10:09:38 PM »

 

Entering the balcony
sunlight bruises my brow

squinting back from the horizon
crowned stonewashed mountains
 
hotchpotch forests and
and rivers running like
Pollock’s paint down
through the cracks

a breeze of loneliness
licks the lobe of my ear
and it occurs to me

If this moment
was the finish
this feeling would
accompany me
part of the way


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