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everyone leaves canberra eventually

Tue May 26, 2009, 7:06 AM

Mood: Sociable
Reading: Empire: How Britain Made the Modern World

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a frost has crept overnight
and left icy thumbprints
in triangles on my window.

yours is an untended Babylon.
a cold place, hidden from view
by vacuous sheets of black snow.

at 6am, i'm out front
in tracksuit and beanie

. . . . -harvesting-

keeping crystals for the summer

. . . . for the summer you drop everything
. . . . and return

for hot chocolate
and last winter's frost.

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still no formatting options on journals, wtf.

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=salshep May 26, 2009, 7:13:49 AM

.. and returns to dA. Like Grissom, to a murder scene.

So good to see you again, and I love the poem. Moar, sah!

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unknown command error: sleep

`apocathary May 27, 2009, 7:07:47 PM

You can take the boy out of Canberra, but you have to wave a blood-fattened leech to get the Canberra out of the boy.

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~La-Serpentia Jun 1, 2009, 3:35:57 AM

ergh canberra. that's worse than swine flu

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All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72

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