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Boxed Frogs

When I see those big blue eyes
You send me to the dogs
Far across the bogs
Holding the box of frogs
That croak alive that bloody fathomless fog.

I am never agog anymore
As they leg it
Very sigh-fully.

I am always too too far away
Carving my names into fractured logs.
My trunk holds many secrets...
And I can roll my tongue.

Around the faraway branches
That left my mouth so resonated
I smile as I hear your memories
And I curse us our persistence's.

Adore as ever your insistence-
You are forever welcome.
My door will never lock to you.

Our time is now very mythical.

Of course my love I cannot kill
Things already dead and flown-
I cannot murder you into me can I?
Deep deep inside me and him
We feel your croaking constantly
We like how it connects us
We will never box your frogs.










Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-06-03 at 00:56

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luvestix
2008-06-03