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The Land Outside
Contributed by
one-curly-fry
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Saturday, 14th October 2006 @ 06:17:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I finally woke up it was the dead place - outside the window the room we had paintings you painted the table I made a vase you placed those flowers in a Ginkgo I made a bonsai its all gone the room burnt down because you were just dust - a figment I dreamt I suppose I merely dreamt that room I suppose I learnt love differently your dictionary seems wrong no wonder your love dies with time and they - at the local pub give the same definition - as you and laugh at my contrary no escaping from this heat - outside that window no escape from the fact that Im not suppose to be here I was never intended a loved mistake - when my feet were small but now that I can grow sideburns and think love is more than this - that life was meant to be more There will be no more rooms for me - no talking from me my accent tells Im a foreigner with common grounds.
2/10/06
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Re: The Land Outside
(User Rating: 1 ) by one-curly-fry on
Saturday, 14th October 2006 @ 06:34:54 AM AEST (User
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must've gone over the word limit for the comment - it was supposed to say that I had a motive for placing "In Our Solitude", "A Random Heart" and a few others. I wanted to post this poem but it's highly referenced on other work... |
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Re: The Land Outside
(User Rating: 1 ) by Alison on
Saturday, 14th October 2006 @ 08:05:58 PM AEST (User
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oh....now i understand....great write, very moving and true.i really like the flow of it. |
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