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I. Reflected in a silveréd mirror, we dance
like the scales of a fish's belly
After the fisherman has removed its guts
II. Suspended between the hands of broken clocks,
The elegy of time has passed us by-
And life, bloomed in its wake.
like the scales of a fish's belly
After the fisherman has removed its guts
II. Suspended between the hands of broken clocks,
The elegy of time has passed us by-
And life, bloomed in its wake.
Two Cenrues I wrote for, as usual, my creative writing class. Not too fond of them; short poems like this aren't really my thing.
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You know when a person is like really super amazing at something and it makes everything you do look like shit and they are like MEH NO BIG DEAL I SUCK and you are like I want to kill you. Yeah.... just happened....