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when we have gone when our blood has long since ceased to flow in proud torrents what reason have the waves to break? whose hair will the wind roughly tousle when we no longer stumble down the rocky hillsides, our voices tangled with the wind for whom will the grass grow if not for us? and for who the flowers and the trees? when we have gone never to return again what reason have the waves to break?

like mothballs bobbing lightly up front with each step so as to frighten off those damned demons cursing the old with age and the young with youth

I am a woman now I guess and I guess I've been one always even when overlapping girlhood but now I am a woman only and I tiptoe through the world I once trampled bold and barefoot

From the balcony seats I imagine they look Like flower petals That had been plucked For the sake of knowing Whether He loves me, Or he loves me not. Those petals, I imagine, Flutter and spin On the breeze To the sound of Vivaldi's spring. But from where I'm sitting, I see smiling sweat stains On scrawny women Who cringe each time Their toes hit the stage, But who grin like idiots Nonetheless. As the music hits a peak They’re hitting their toes Extra hard, And over the army Of violinists I ca...

I am sleek and golden under this soft pale skin of mine and under this soft pale skin of mine I am basking in the light of sweet denial soaking in the moonlight swimming with the owls at nighttime brushing up by the rocky crags hiding my toenails in the sand my legs forever tangled in the grasses of the steppe