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Talking to Numbers
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Talking to Numbers |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
you sit and you fall right through the chair you got the ball and you know how to run she said this time she would hear you coming makes no difference here we are limp pilgrims pace the room feel those corners in minds as weak as ours there is a need so strong i dont mind if the top falls off it was air and now its gone watch the news or take a break start with loathing worked up to holding unfinished words are my favorite poison women brush the hair from their eyes I don’t know why Children grow accustomed to the light I don’t know why Everything ends with You alive within your half smile And me, so cold with my tongue on fire New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice free verse love the line about unfinished words and loved the ending lines too! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This was a really interesting read -- I read it several times actually -- each time taking away something different. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this was truly a neat write with some very interesting phrasing...this one is a classic in my book: "unfinished words are my favorite poison" awesome...just awesome...my mind runs in so many directions with this one... |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I love how you write... its really free and expressive. |
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