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Staring at the spackled walls
Living, dying but relying
on the endless restless halls
Ending, bending, high suspending
Bridges over learning walls
Meaning mattered to the tattered
children of the restless halls
Lying, dying, justifying
Writhing pain of fearless falls
Meaning nothing is your trusting
of my writing on the walls
Leaving, going, sleeping deeply
Eyes shut tight as my pen falls
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The Spackled Walls

Contributed by Funny_Pants on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 05:32:59 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Everlasting, sleepless fasting
Staring at the spackled walls
Living, dying but relying
on the endless restless halls
Ending, bending, high suspending
Bridges over learning walls
Meaning mattered to the tattered
children of the restless halls
Lying, dying, justifying
Writhing pain of fearless falls
Meaning nothing is your trusting
of my writing on the walls
Leaving, going, sleeping deeply
Eyes shut tight as my pen falls
Sleeping by the spackled walls

Copyright © Funny_Pants ... [ 2004-04-01 17:32:59]
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Re: The Spackled Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 2nd April 2004 @ 08:55:43 AM AEST
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There's a strange beauty to this rhyme, as if its been plucked from a pulp magazine.

"Writhing pain of fearless falls "

Interesting i'm only the third person to read this so far. People are missing out.
Good work.

Re: The Spackled Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by tawakwan on Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 09:29:49 PM AEST
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short and sweet.

thanks

Re: The Spackled Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 08:15:45 PM AEST
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I get a picture of someone curled in the fetal positon on a bunk..snuggled close to a plastered, spackled..wall..notebook and pen still in hand, but asleep. Maybe a dorm hallway outside..lots of noise..or a prison..LOL but prisons don't have spackled walls do they??? anyway I loved the musical quality.

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