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The daughter of heels

Member since 2002 · Posted 29 Sep 2007 · 1 comment

a black and white baby floated in a heel print on its Fathers reflection and grey gun clouds. A black and white lover dressed to hide grief inhaled his remnants from grey pipe clouds. A black and white Father was loved via bedtime truths, and technicolor fables, his nickname was ‘Bogart’ A black and white truth marched nowhere to no-one deaths regiment, pristine from conscience I, am the daughter of heels

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[n/a] INTRANSIT 1-Oct-07/5:37 PM Reply
Caducus, I think you're looking at a piece of art. But I haven't seen this piece so i can't tell you if you've captured the moment. This may work at another site that works these kind of poems. I'm sorry I can't help.