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The bottom of the room.
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Wednesday, 21st December 2011 @ 11:44:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The cars are a tragedy
The verdant sheen of windows and paint
On flat twinkling starlight
Spinning madly with the streetlight
The crest of moonlights
Lost desire
Trying to unfold
Lost beneath the sounding
Of Ineffable lyrics
Of glory and speed
Lost beneath a true desire
The rhythm and bell
Of tarmac and fire
The glass is a malady
A dance of color on the moon
Flashing alabaster glances
Stepping too slightly
At the bottom of the room
Stepping angrily
With time
The power of moonlight
And its abdominal sheen
Twinkling starlight
Cast to dust
The cars are a tragedy
The end of time and its design
Standing inside
Watching the rain
Waiting for us to stop.
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iodinelove
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2011-12-21 23:44:30]
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Re: The bottom of the room.
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by emystar on
Thursday, 22nd December 2011 @ 01:25:29 AM AEST
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Aaaaaaaaaaaahh Abe,
your writing never lets me down. I know every time I read your work I know I've read something worth reading.
(Nothing personal to any one else on this site.
Happy Christmas.
smiles, blessings,
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