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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 28, 2012 19:02:22 GMT -5
The truth has to buried down here somewhere.
I enter cannily prepared for a long slow journey.
The light of my candle flickers as if it can fail.
It is through the basement of my old house that it opens.
Sub-floors and catacombs never explored behind a door of wooden slats I could nearly remember,
as if the truth were hidden in the realm of devils.
I walk in alone peering at the cells of my brain amazed at how huge I am.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 29, 2012 11:52:25 GMT -5
fantastic imagery linked to recognisable deep emotion...second line has to be burried?
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 29, 2012 22:33:06 GMT -5
Thanks Dunstan.
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