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In Peripheral
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In Peripheral |
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TSC Junior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 31Canada |
In Peripheral In this place between night and dawn, of empty-eyed buildings and discarded matchbooks, haggard people pass each other, tied together with yo-yo strings that snap. All over, the sound follows. And up and down the alleys walk unspeakable creatures, stalking children who laugh and play in the dirt, and forget they are old, living and breathing, death on their lips and light in their eyes, before morning comes. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
this reminds me of driving through the city at night....what you see on the streets instead of the bright lights from the freeway. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very insightful poem well written |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
chillingly surreal...yet 3D real |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Impressively vivid! Sad, but unfortunately so true. Love, Margherita |
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