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Literature by pomohippie7

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How do I verify your presence
By the unease which canonizes the air
By the irreligious sunspots in labor
A startling ate a cat so I knew you were here
I hid among sterofoamed images
So you could not read my pale spare sweat
I scattered bees among the grapevines
So you cannot hear the pressure of my steps
The moon will still flake its anger
No light will debase our faces
Fireworks, the color of death
I love you
I would not listen to the warnings of goat herders
I love you because we both bleed
I hide the winds among the weaving of a sun dial
You cannot smell my callous sweat
I scattered bees among the grapevines
So you cannot hear me stumble
I flaked away the moon so no light will debase our faces
We will have fireworks the color of death
Stars which faced like yesterday laundry
I love you even though we both bleed
I will have words while you have sentences
By the stubbornness of a flaking moon
I was stubborn, I would not listen
To the warnings of morning
a love poem and the warnings of mornings
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beeinthebottle Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012   Writer
I love the language and how you use repetition in this. Really, really nice. One little thing; you have "a startling ate a cat" -- did you mean "starling"?
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DerelictVampire Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012
I like the rhythm and the surreal images thrown at us intertwined with stark reality. Your work always makes me feel like there's just an ocean of stuff underneath and you're kind of a valve slowly letting it be revealed.
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swansisters Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you that is how is often I feel when I write.
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thetaoofchaos Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012   Writer
Love as measured in the prismatic torture of light, mutation of matter from the heightened aging of insolvent feeling. :heart:
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swansisters Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
<3 thank you!
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