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Mr. Anderson
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Mr. Anderson |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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A mockery came calling so early today My eyes not yet able to see in color Dare it to continue And it laughs as if it doesn’t know who I am My father a senator, mother a queen And I sit in my tiny apartment With cracked tiles and dirty walls Listening to its hiss, while making the coffee Tarry and sweet Wondering how this mockery has found my door I live on the 18th floor Off 36th and elm Behind the vending machine And the buzzer down stairs says Anderson When suddenly, my eyes develop ideas in Technicolor And I ask the simplest of questions “Who are you here to see?” The Mockery now disturbed Battles temptation and repeats to me the only name I knew “Mr. Anderson” With quite a smirk I drink my energy And crook my brow in disbelief I say in almost a sincere laugh “He moved out last week” |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Page...enjoyed this very much! Thank you. . |
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Savage Quiescence Member
since 2002-07-29
Posts 326Wandering |
I love the mood you created here. Very visual and enjoyable. |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you both for your comments |
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