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Nov 17, 2005 22:00


Influence (wooing)
I am no
good at pleading, too proud and
akward, my hands
know better how to ask, but how
w/you so distant, look the leaves
are gold, remember August they were
green and we lay under them on earth

now we dwell
under roofs, we lie
side by side w/out touching
when I am
alone, my tears drop
thinking of winter

Diane DiPrima

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misslindseigh November 18 2005, 20:56:56 UTC
This is pretty, my love. Thank you for sharing... are you bringing it to class, yes? Shall we discuss its myriad meanings while munching over the divinity that is broccoli? Holy shit, yes we *will*!

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