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the words were carefully casual,
particularly plucked for
specific insinuation,
and they tasted like ashes.
"let me know," i said,
"if you'd like to see me soon."
trying not to ask,
trying to hide how much
my ears strain for answer.
i can't see your eyes,
scent your thoughts,
so i have no way of knowing
if i dwell there.
"have faith," you said
once in an ago.
"trust me," and you smiled.
i do.
but i don't trust your absence.
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and what does absence do to your heart ?
better not be forever though.
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misstree
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if my heart aches, it is sad and slow and accepting... a butterfly never stays perched on the finger for long.
the thing that stings, though, is the not knowing. holding on to hope draws something out of you, and my wells are pretty muddy these days. but when that faith is rewarded, ah, the gushing torrents, ah the sparkling dews.
such is the double-edged sword of ephemeral beings, the deep-drunk passions but the quick dissipations.
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hello what's your name and where do you come from?
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hello what's your name and where do you come from?
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Doar
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hmm....surprised the hell out of me there misstree. I couldn't tell from the title of the blathe that this was yours.
Liked it.
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not everything i write drips with sax_and_violins. (or sex_and_violence, for that matter.)
thanks, doar. i just wish i had more to write.
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misstree
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sometimes, this electronic age forces us into
cliff notes of poetry, stripped of all finery
in the interest of ergonomic efficiency.
laughter is not sparkling or wild, in this
binary base, and there is no arch of the brow,
no sympathetic nodding to urge us to
continue our sharing and revelation.
there is only what we assemble from electrons,
what messages we can cause wires to carry
encoded, hoping that when it reaches the next god
the buzzing resonance we have hoped to forge
has been sent, the whispers between the words
intact and alive.
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i don't like this anymore...
i'ts crazy...
i'm thinking i'm crazy..
it's too much..
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won't you whisper,
won'yt you be nice for once ?
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Doar
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ok.
misstree, I'd smack you on the ass and suck your life blood,
Well...that's all I had to say really.
Much heartbreaking scrathes from meself.
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