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Last one for the night
Contributed by
Vic
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Thursday, 5th November 2009 @ 10:43:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I see the smoke rising from the ground and kiss me
I hear the paper burning
The first thing, I smell the morning and theres a fiery ring
The world is still turning
I want love, I want a life
But this old broken heart of mine, cuts like a knife
I fear my time has come to pass and the end is near
Time is running out
I ride to a town with fields of green and the river side
Thoughts bind me to rusty chains of doubt
I feel hate, I feel the pain
You never see me weep, because I cry in the rain
I walk on a porch without a swing and the trees talk
I taste the West-wind blowing
I stand looking at the silver moon with a golden band
And the juicy stars are glowing
The misty air makes my heart feel light
I smile at solitude as I hold the last one for the night.
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Vic
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2009-11-05 10:43:40]
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Re: Last one for the night
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by simonwrite on
Thursday, 5th November 2009 @ 04:03:25 PM AEST
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Re: Last one for the night
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by shelby on
Friday, 6th November 2009 @ 01:21:18 AM AEST
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Incredible word play in this poem.
Loved it!
Michelle |
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