Drafted Defeat
By Meg
My knees disrupt the marbled skin,Chipped and sloughed and worn away.Weary, weary, and so very dull.Why look; they drag after my finger,My puffed microcosm.They could not refuse nor slip cohesion.It was when they stitched their palorTo their candle-tempered sense.It was when the musket found the silt-rimmed eyesAnd finished off the face.May 2001, Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 10:37 AM PST 0 • 1
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"My knees disrupt the marbled skin,Chipped and sloughed and worn away.Weary, weary, and so very dull.Why look; they drag after my finger,My puffed microcosm.They could not refuse nor slip cohesion.It was when they stitched their palorTo their candle-tempered sense.It was when the musket found the silt-rimmed eyesAnd finished off the face.May 2001, ..."