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my life in abstracts (a collection of my poetry)

Monday, November 26, 2012

exquisite

your hands are wise
though your tongue is quick;

yet your voice soothes
while your touch arches
exquisite
across visceral truth.
Posted by Archer's Bones at 8:24 PM
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      • driving home
      • thoughts
      • Memorial Day
      • one heart
      • in the diary of bones
      • some days
      • Hela
      • the walk
      • not always
      • exquisite
      • pierced
      • rain in Baghdad
      • Orion
      • here
      • time
      • Tucson
      • story of pearls
      • impressions
      • Syn: gypsy
      • music
      • Thunder
      • tumbling
      • hope
      • once there was a girl...
      • Empty
      • aftermath
      • three little words
      • unease
      • another day
      • melancholy thought
      • The Machinations of Night
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      • beauty
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      • the raven in Baghdad

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