depths_of_the_sky_in_your_eyes
pushpins All of the sky
stretches flat at a precise distance
from my wandering wondering vision
too blue to really feel
and too bright to mean anything.
So I gave up on my bewilderment
and swallowed my own thoughts
to be recycled...
with upturned eyes
my blind lust
was pondering the shade of yours
and whether the sky
could ever present your blue
to me
or if the depths of your eyes
would always remain a mystery
if your enigmatic ways;
the cryptic resolution
of all the jumbled phrases
that sear through your letters to me,
would indefinitely be lost
and if the sky
really honestly wished to be so lonely
that it would hurt me
with its impulsive glare.
020721
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lycanthrope blink blink...blink blink 020722
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squint *smile*

jerk.
020722
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Alfred OH MY GOD!!!! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!!!! If the person who wrote this is over the age of 12, please turn in your pen and paper and promise never to write again. 040112
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pipedream last sky bits; very pretty.

and alfred- where is YOUR meaningful contribution that shall teach us the ways of the sageful blather?
040112
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serial taunting device ignore him... sounds like someone got tabasco in his vaseline again 040113
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pipers hahahahahahahahahah 040113
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Alfred Be not wise in your own eyes. Be not bedded and wedded by and to myth. 040113
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Alfred To the individual that identifies himself/herself as *violent intestinal shudder* pipedream, I invite you to read on. 040113
what's it to you?
who go
blather
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