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The Stars Grow Sallow…

October 5, 2009
By Meixly SILVER, Brookline, New Hampshire
Meixly SILVER, Brookline, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
Little moth, let's burrow.
The cacophonious shudder of your wings
slits the flesh of the decaying tome.
Have you the slightest inclination?
Your nature be of the mellowest sorrow.


Synthesize,
the cacophonous grove
of mellow,
mellow,
enticement.
Awkward calligraphy
dots the sigh, the wail, the melody.
Could it be the tremors in my
savage throat that leave me
irrevocably industrious?
My resentful fatigue accuses
the prosperity,
the community,
the generalization,
myself.



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