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Post by Nick Harris on Jul 28, 2009 14:33:27 GMT -5
There is so much I want to tell you. The way you infiltrate my senses like cream in coffee. The way I break against you, a sea of confusion against towering rocks. You pull me into myself through the eyelet of your humorless look. You trek through my wilderness with nothing but the locomotion of your steady nerves. You are driven like an animal to feed on my charity, always near starvation but quenched on the tributaries of my blood. When I cut myself, you stitch the wound. You are good with the needle and I with the knife.
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Post by scriptamanent on Jul 29, 2009 3:09:01 GMT -5
A very good poem!
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 2, 2009 3:16:44 GMT -5
yes indeed, images and sounds blend energetically with emotions. great meld.
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