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Free verse № 40915

Call Me

by newdawnfades

Member since 2002 · Posted 20 Feb 2003 · 3 comments

Call me if you have a moment left in your day to embrace a memory when we were sure that flowers were red and pink, and that love is dead, dying in every moment in every minute of every day, dripping like sap down the trunk of my left breast and both corners of both eyes.

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[7] deleted user 20-Feb-03/3:52 PM Reply
it's good, but the imagery confuses me >7
[n/a] horus8 20-Feb-03/5:27 PM Reply
lactating while you weep is very becoming. i gave you the blue one.
[n/a] newdawnfades › horus8 20-Feb-03/5:30 PM Reply
Actually that was the heart. These breasts don't carry milk.