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Turnstiles and Telephone Lines.
Contributed by
CARAAAAA
on
Thursday, 15th November 2007 @ 07:07:04 PM in AEST
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Let's just suppose we were dreaming.
You and I, chasing each other blindly
through erratic turnstiles,
one memory doggedly lapsing into another desire,
one minute I'm here,
the next minute your gone.
Sometimes, we catch up with one another
and stand face to face,
your breath whispering a harried hello to mine.
Tell me, arent these moments better than our
angry, static ridden telephone lines?
Tha cross crisscross and uncross,
freeze and then thaw.
I refuse, to answer, against all odds.
Such dreams,
somewhat like a narcotic reverie,
whereby I sink deeper and deeper
into the unorthodox utopia
of my bed,
where your embrace has never felt so corporeal
Engulfing me, till I wake up
with a melancholy back ache.
Copyright ©
CARAAAAA
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2007-11-15 19:07:04]
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Re: Turnstiles and Telephone Lines.
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 14th March 2012 @ 12:46:55 AM AEST
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Even though there's a couple of typos &/or misspellings, I still think this is awesome. You convey an imagination with brilliance!
This is excellent.
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