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[brodch01]

attesa

while water whistles through
the path least resist,
the countryside burns,
learns red heat to subsist

face her, chaste, wet
unattested, invest in none,
blaze in her stead, chase
in place the manifold sun,

ride down in incandescent glory;
rape the falling flower,
white pedals tear the ground,
fade to black and rouse the hour,

sweep her fallen emotions through
the falling tower ocean,
the effervescing voice splits wide
the falling tower ocean

[~BLUEPRINT~]

very dry and boring to say the least....I got no feeling from reading this except is it over yet.....write with a little more passion and strength.....