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I could see the shrapnel shadow
I’d cast in childhood
still shading fertile soil, sun-hungry.
^ these are three of the coolest fucking lines I have ever read. "srapnel shadow", and "fertile soil, sun-hungry" are some of the coolest images I have read here.
I appreciate the fact that you are not conforming to a standard I have witnessed on this site. Some poets its all Love poems and Jesus. Ironically, the two poems I have just read from you are either love poems (this one) or religious (the other one posted) yet you have managed to so completely distort the common expectation attached to the idea that it blows all the other pieces out of the water. I mean... a poem about a milf ... oh man that is fucking beautiful. I only wish I was the one who thought of it!
-still eMpTy
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