nguyen1021

little pig does poetry
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2003-01-05 09:27:16 (UTC)

like the moon

standing in chosen darkness
armored with lustrous white ice
few has penetrated you yet
i often seek your solemn
comfort at hours of dead earth
when even stars shuffle into
their covers but at some rotation
this uncontrollable mass
became clouded by clutters
of ashy blackness and no longer
i see your constant curve
only in memory now fragments of hope
and as i doggy paddle through
a present pool of confusion
of helplessness i attempt
to keep head above thickness
and find a glimpse of
you again


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