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TITLE: Symphonia By Amanda Morris 07/19/06 |
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The music comes first,
Your face next, filling
My eyes- chiseled peach,
Fleshy shadows, two blue
Beams lighting up this dusk.
You must have lost your
Razor blades, the stubble
Like the tree I touched yesterday.
It was an oak, beginning
To canopy instead of
Shooting straight up
Like the young around it.
I leaned against it,
Skin kissing bark and
Wished its strength into
Your bones, your blood.
7/5/06
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