Monday, May 31, 2010

Valence 12




12.

you dream of flight with wings with claw some days
you sob because all the elegies for the dead all the strings
played with furious pathos will not stop the clot of war

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  2. The removed comment was full of hatred towards women. It perverted the intent of my poem.

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