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    dots Submission Name: I Come Empty Handeddots
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    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 123
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nostalgia
    Total Views: 531
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 768



    Description:
       For A.S. An Italian sonnet. This is a bright turn from the last sonnet I wrote, which was about death. How nice.


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsI Come Empty Handeddots
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    The entryway of your house invites me in with the breeze of lemon detergent. 
    I am called towards the depths, there in your mansion on the mountain.
    Memories uncollected of the escaping wild which hides a fortune I cannot obtain.
    The epic fireside musicals breathe tunes that never carry what we meant.

    All I remember of your home on the hill are the tracable, tangible things.
    I come empty handed, leaving with notes of love while my ring is on your finger.
    Washing my clothes, I inhale the twlight smoke, which is reliable to linger.
    And I hold tight to what I can grasp, for fear of what an untouchable future brings.




    Submitted on 2007-09-14 13:54:07     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I understand, your writing is yours. I don't think it's your work that is "maddening" it's just how the website works that irks me. Touchy.
    M.
    | Posted on 2007-09-27 00:00:00 | by Mandolin | [ Reply to This ]
      Untouchable future begins, a life time of playing pretend, tangible love - not heart felt, giving to receive mainly, giving of life, becoming weary. Losing joy.

    M.

    I'd also change the form you have it in, leaking out of the border is maddening.
    | Posted on 2007-09-27 00:00:00 | by Mandolin | [ Reply to This ]


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