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Cold Soup
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Cold Soup |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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Apparently your hearing has turned rancid while my voice catches you abruptly mimicking stories we argued before like last Sunday over champagne brunch crispy bacon brittles in my hand as we repeat the same old nursery rhyme gazing like zombies into cold soup the waitress, hair messed with gel and paste fitted nicely in ironed creases notices our banter and asks “how long ya been t’gether” I slumped, quietly tensed wishing it wasn’t true 10 whole years of this game as we roll slowly backwards grabbing at each others sentences, clinging to heavy words filling our nostrils with anticipation to achieve the strength it would take to eat this cold soup. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Apparently your hearing has turned rancid while my voice catches you abruptly mimicking stories we argued before" What a potent work this one is Page. I love the way you used "rancid." |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
cold soup -- that about says it all for me. Understood this well. Great write.  ....jo |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thanks you both.... |
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