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She drew the world at fingertip
With a silken liquid grace
Drawing her web across the lip
That I struggled to deface
In time all clocks forget to chime
Turned pages turn to only dust
Like ghosts in flocks of pantomime
Like broken locks or abused trust
She will wait for you in an eerie freeze
In a prison of quotation like promise said
Writing poems, bars cages soliloquies
Repeating backward lines of all that you misread.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-03-28 at 15:59
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Miss Reading
She drew the world at fingertip
With a silken liquid grace
Drawing her web across the lip
That I struggled to deface
In time all clocks forget to chime
Turned pages turn to only dust
Like ghosts in flocks of pantomime
Like broken locks or abused trust
She will wait for you in an eerie freeze
In a prison of quotation like promise said
Writing poems, bars cages soliloquies
Repeating backward lines of all that you misread.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 961 times
Written on 2018-03-28 at 15:59
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