Thursday, April 27, 2006

From The Feast Of Kisses Comments

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Since on our night a voice sometimes swells and then fades,
To drown it we'll invent a still louder silence
So that the vintager who's in charge of the graves
In the mud of our days may find no repentance.
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Michel Galiana
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Elya Thorn 27 April 2006

Oh, this is absolutly amazing! ! ! ! I've drowned into the athmosphere of this poem! Great! ~~Elya Thorn~~

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