#664325 added August 19, 2009 at 6:32pm Restrictions: None
166.174a How grows the vine
How grows the vine
Full of blue-eyed laughter,
you were a glorious sunny day
of composted bullshit, piss ant pranks
that bled to jaded, colorless dismay
then fled to fenced off fortress rafters,
barricaded sun-and-moon above my reach
coffined now behind your faded cedar planks
that still one stray tendril seeks to breach.
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