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lol8ta_120


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Posted Sun Apr 11th, 2010 3:15pm Post subject: Bow

I know it leaves its own self,
Bells out.

Shouts for a rubber coil,
A curl or a straight,
A cord, grosgrain.

Satin, puffs and knots.

On the spot of the tail
Or the wave of the ferny turn.
It is only a wave.

It is only the crust of a wave,
A film of a wave.
Brave and silent,
Surfs the head water
Like the clip in a nun's double wave.

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another, we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.
---Azar Nafisi

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