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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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When beauty’s told it will not end in summer And the seconds that add to minutes add to hours Do not matter to her skin at all Come with me to the city ‘cross the seas of fear Where the children share no names And the streets aren’t paved in gold by dreams Our hands will slip away so fingers grasping air The worries slipped away I’m still jolly there Disingenuous and so average I wish I weren’t so simply human here Hear a calling in the wind the dinner bell Go inside; go inside I’ll be here along the street Remembering now remembering then It’s all the same to me Go inside; go inside We don’t need to know each other And we don’t need to spend our time Pursue the little sound you heard Go inside; go inside Stay inside the shell you made Where all your passion and love you hide Will be kept inside the attic in a box and in a shade Go inside; just go inside And I might well act the same By pushing you away I’m just so human there; so human here Please don’t go inside; don’t go inside I am the two-toed wanderer |
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the quell Member
since 2006-07-19
Posts 144Liverpool, UK |
This had a gorgeous kind of nostalgia to it; very rich and evocative. Made me think of childhood, though I'm not sure why. They aren't flaps; they're my face! |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
This is nothing short of magnificent (which I'm pretty sure I spelled wrong) and I don't even care, because this is magnificent! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
wheww, really drew me in, quit a write, that tugs at the heartstrings... wonderfully penned...and inspired me to write.. Carries in her pockets places with language photocopies of blackouts & the social work of lost friends… despite ambiance with eyelashes she may no longer feel ignorant time has arrived tracing the whole of orchestra in her inner ear, despite what doctors say shes taking vitamins that lean toward a place where the world becomes an essay She is the notebook that stubs her toe with gusto… Her sea gown is your collection when you were (we) pilgrims dreaming illusions paying for the heat now...but better for it... |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
that sounds like her I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well writ! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
as I said before so many times your muse gifts you wonderful whisperings keep the quill close |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR |
A cool compiling of self I think. Nice write. Kristabell "Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life." |
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