House of Placid

June 25, 2008
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A mistake leaps into vision.
Dancing over flames alight.
In the City of The Cry.
My world is on the tip of a needle.

Let us reach for humility,
in the arsenal aspiration and fear.
The night is upon us in sanctity.

Sleep tonight in remembrance of,
The ones who gave you away.

I say, It’s great to be here.





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fred said...
Aug. 14, 2008 at 2:55 am
This poem is very interesting... I think you have a lot of talent.
 
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