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I see him ogle at my breasts
My eyes read his
         Like tarot cards laid down
         On a fortune teller's table.
Dare he say
         In the voice of the devil
That he dreams, too
Of flowers
As I dream of trees

Us and our irrevocable natures
And we'd dream
        Of wild rivers gushing down
And headstrong salmons running upstream

But the pine doesn't
Want to grow in the valley
Nor does the valley want to cater
To the spawning of
       The family of the pine.

Thus we'd dream
        Unfathomable sterile dreams
Holding dearly to our disease
       - such virginity.
Wrote this poem because I feel that I am incapable of doing the things I want to do. Things I know I could do, but am too scared to accomplish.
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derimachea Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2005
awww.... :hug:
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anonymouskat Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2005
awww... haha:)) thanks hazel! u liked it?
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hope-unknown Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2005
that's really cool. a very true feeling. like a bird and a fish couldnt be together. simply great.
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anonymouskat Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2005
thank you very much. I appreciate your comment:D was feeling really down when I wrote it then :D
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