love fragments
movingfinger
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I.
You
Like a fire
Steal oxygen
From my box
With slowly
Crackling fire pop
Movements.
II.
His overalls lost the silky fingers
That snapped crooked smiles
Over the kitchen table
Straight living denim
In corduroy-slippered love
You
Like a fire
Steal oxygen
From my box
With slowly
Crackling fire pop
Movements.
II.
His overalls lost the silky fingers
That snapped crooked smiles
Over the kitchen table
Straight living denim
In corduroy-slippered love
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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I have to think about II.
Thanks for giving me somehting worth thinking about.
Well done.
P.S. Loved the line breaks throughout.