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Writing -
Poetry
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Contributor: Peter Knowles
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Tuesday, 27 October 2009 18:01 |
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Lash the sky to blind the eye that resides there,
Pinning the house to the floor with guilt furnishings,
Pinning the house to the floor with punishings that delve into the cell where I do not hide but hammer,
Bolting thunder to the nucleus,
Coring my little world,
Massing excitement every day,
Making the eye die,
A particle that isn't there.
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