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[12-3-10]
by Ava Blu
we've been down this road before
the way your arm stretches out and looks broken,
it bends and never breaks
and i see it dancing out the car window
i see it waving to strangers,
spreading warmth
but it only reaches for me
to throw dead flowers in my face
and i forget to wake up.
12/03/2010 Posted on 12/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 12/04/10 at 05:15 AM Great dichotomy. Great form. Your punctuation seems inconsistent. Strong imagery. Evocative. It startles us just like waking from a bad dream. Well done.
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| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 12/04/10 at 05:05 PM Ava, I adore this one... really... it's awesome and then some! |
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