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Contributed by
net
on
Tuesday, 7th July 2009 @ 04:25:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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it's the details that makes out the life A word there, a look somewhere For every comment I receive A mith is born, a memory comes to life So a repetion of old takes place The wheel it turns and turns Grinding the stone for eternities untold Steps i take leading nowhere And the window shows no more than mere solitude The whistle and the wave lost in multitude The nighmare same it grows Killing time here, thinking of reoccuring themes of manhood Of sex, of progress and the need to return into the womb For collapsing dreams are made to force me to produce A mark I long for to leave before this illusion is no more A memory I hope to become least this presence is dust and bone
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2009-07-07 16:25:04] (Date/Time posted on
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