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The Circle Is Dead

Babylon doesn't weep anymore her gypsy, violet skies anger the god and his child she's got the flesh on her side Cool on the perimeter...meet the night private sorrow...i won't spill again Shed the audience, no mistake The clowns were watching...and now i am the more distant in my movement and thought I don't need you i'll break our dissonant union...anonymous I am now the hidden I trust you not to follow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/6/2010 7:16:00 AM
There's only one audience I can think of, the PS audience. Whether or not they're the ones you intended to shed I don't know, except that I just shed them with the same amount of anger and disgust I read here. The clowns were watching indeed.
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Date: 10/16/2009 8:49:00 PM
Good evening, intriguing poem, Sincerely Moses
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Date: 9/30/2009 5:21:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Kalonji. Love, Carol
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