hot tears flow as a rushing stream.she jerks like waking from a dream,in chapter six. her muse can't lure
glossy gleamed eyes, wet with rage,
turn hard against who waits for herfraught demon purrs from each page.
10.24.2011
poetic license
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"glossy gleamed eyes, wet with rage,
ReplyDeleteturn hard"
love that.
thanks! love grace and her damn welsh forms.
ReplyDeletewell okay, i *like* the welsh forms. watch this space for more of this one!
mmm. this reminds me of a mumford&sons song. i can feel it in my bones.
ReplyDeletereally? huh.
ReplyDeletei just mean, it could be - it reminds me of the intensity of their lyrics and the movement. :)
ReplyDeletepeople have been telling me to listen to them and i have yet to do it. so i better, is what i am hearing from you!
ReplyDeletethanks for that. and for reading, too. xo
timshel. listen to timshel.
ReplyDeletegoing to find it now :)
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