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buckysimone Junior Member
since 2003-10-19
Posts 27 |
the lights turns out shadows creep beside my legs nightmares become reality dignity thrown upon the floor mops and brooms silhouettes of sopranos altos and tenors standing naked through winters winters flame of agony igniting through paper-bag walls walls of my house through the rain walls tumbling down graphic graffiti through through plastic windows suffocation of the stench bed once filled fully with springs blanket of words trash bag pillowcase dreams urination coats the bleeding concrete floors of feet bare foot walking through on cuts cuts like ocean shells beach beach visited as a child coated with pollution dead seagulls and poached whales peoples hands reach reach for me grabbing releasing my clammy hands laughter follows, malodorous bedroom i will go down turn out the lights. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
hey, this sounds a lot like a dream to me! especially this part =) "silhouettes of sopranos altos and tenors standing naked through winters" talk about unexpectedly strange  shocking...interesting dream I like =)- River Running out of pain |
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