Bleed from me.A Poem by dukovanthe change should still balance itself out. also in stanzas 1-6, and the last stanza, give yourself a good pause after the end of the first line. It'll make all the difference in the world.
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Reversed the purge, to say.
A dawns on the edge, and we're still awake. Bound to the days. We called ourselves one, but a third, still remains. Bound now the same, as the dark starts to change. --------------------------------------- We cheated our urge. Turned back the clocks, an hour assured. Its getting warm. Thaw myself down, to the heart, of our souls. Winters ahead, and it looks like I know. ------------------------------------- Before it turns noon, and your skin starts to sweat out the long drive, exhausting your breath. I'll cover your stories, the best way I can. My teeth start to chatter, and my hands tend to sweat. --------------------------------------- An hour burned off, both ends of my smile. I'm getting old, and live as a child. Velcro the verbs, onto the leaves. They'll die as they were, in a pile of me. ------------------------------------- I hope I can fake it, until it comes true. Willing the compass, and crashed into you. But there's still tomorrow, a feather and string. Dangled between danger, convinced me to sing. -------------------------------------- Purged out your ghost. The one, you hoped left, by the time we got home. © 2011 dukovanAuthor's Note
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