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Breathe

This dance feels resurrected Right down to the cherry stains on your sleeve And the tapestries that look like iron will But are really shadows cleverly woven to imply it. I can not see here The lights are too low But sometimes things are better seen When lit by the lanterns of the mind instead. They look brighter Redder Closer to real Than real could ever be. We were here once before A thousand years ago give or take a century. I spoke with a carnelian tongue You tasted like pomegranate seeds. Going back there again Carrying that same tune Becoming crimson Becoming other Breathe I lost my breath You gave me yours You held me You said Breathe

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Date: 4/2/2011 10:36:00 AM
I absolutely adore this. Very deep :) congrats on getting featured!
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Date: 3/30/2011 7:47:00 AM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Shannon
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Date: 3/28/2011 6:33:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week Shannon. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/27/2011 6:25:00 PM
Congratulations on your poem Breathe being featured this week, Shannon
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