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Aug

Feathers clipped in gilded cage
we sing the sweetest from the stage
A soft command to calm the seas
and bring the faithless to their knees
a dying light ‘gainst which to rage
we sing the sweetest from the stage

Patchwork hearts and smiles sewn
we burn to ashes when alone
These empty souls to self-seclude
with silver-lining platitudes
these paper crowns, these matchstick thrones
we burn to ashes when alone

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  2. icrappoetry said: i like that with poems that follow some meter (mainly trochaic octameter here) there is a kind of boundary to push against. one rails against the limits of the meter, and in so doing transcends them (pretentious, moi?!)
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  7. towardssakinah said: really good poem, Im pretty critical and hard to please when it comes to poetry. I follow a lot of poets on twitter & this is one of the best poems I’ve ever seen on my feed. you should follow me and check some of mine towardssakinah.tumblr.com
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