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Boys of vision (girls of screams)
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Boys of vision (girls of screams) |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
A vapour sting As I am surging free Slipping through some ocean crack What am I to see, in the becoming? I wear my name through my fingers Tilting on the vapours wing A snuck intrusion at the base of my back I’m growing out and spreading in Success is resting on a distant ridge The echo’s of the flies blowing through the wind The voices coming, the voices coming Although I cannot break this skin I have to rest myself on tortured ground As the currents give and sway Formaldehyde in vision And I cannot form a bruise Sitting on the distant sun I mustn’t lay this loose I break myself before the noon The distant coming soon Boys of vision Girls of screams We slip about the centre Breaking in the dream… |
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~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
Awesome. You give dark poetry a good name.  |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
THank you |
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