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September 2009 
new poem!
Posted on Feb 18th, 2009
by 
Rach
Rach
I cannot fathom who or what would cause you to do such a thing
as walk along an empty street with hands full of thirty daisies.
in pools of dirty once-snow and the dust of a thousand feet,
it's written that you'd stop sink to a kneel in the center of the street
in the center of the world
letting little petals drop around your legs sounding like
the hollow pumps of your heart
pounds of your fists
for in little drops of uncondensated dew and unborn rain
it's sung that i'd walk float across bridges and rivers
finding home in every doorway when you will only see hell.
as walk along an empty street with hands full of thirty daisies.
in pools of dirty once-snow and the dust of a thousand feet,
it's written that you'd stop sink to a kneel in the center of the street
in the center of the world
letting little petals drop around your legs sounding like
the hollow pumps of your heart
pounds of your fists
for in little drops of uncondensated dew and unborn rain
it's sung that i'd walk float across bridges and rivers
finding home in every doorway when you will only see hell.
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