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Lisp
Requiem for syllables that slipped away
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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the spaces
are closing in fast
and i hear, the world is speeding toward destruction
i wonder if you will see my lips lisp your name
when i abandon this wreck.
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Emily Dickinson
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know --So I keep bringing These --Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars To our familiar eyes -- Maybe, we shouldn't mind them --Unless they didn't come --Then -- maybe, it would puzzle us To find our way Home --
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