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Consider me hanging on the line,
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.

Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
Still on that roller-coaster.
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dweckie Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2012  Student Writer
Beyond beautiful, as always (: :hug:
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, thank you! :blush:
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LetsSaveTheUniverse Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Student Filmographer
The lines "I admired the way skirts became birds" and "The denim sat like lead" are so simple and so powerful. :heart: They really stand out for me.
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :love:
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LetsSaveTheUniverse Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Student Filmographer
Pleasure. :meow:
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