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Limits On Breathing
Contributed by
invierno
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Sunday, 4th December 2016 @ 11:14:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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Smooth or ragged
even or jagged
breathing is living
whether taking or giving
grasping to keep seeing
extracts a toll on your being
there is no price worth paying
to just keep on staying
to surrender your soul
for another breath
yields an empty bowl
upon your inevitable death.
Copyright ©
invierno
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2016-12-04 11:14:54]
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Re: Limits On Breathing
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by ming on
Sunday, 4th December 2016 @ 01:43:46 PM AEST
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Very nice rhyming Going on here!
ming |
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Re: Limits On Breathing
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 4th December 2016 @ 05:02:47 PM AEST
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Great flow and rhyming.
Well done!
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Re: Limits On Breathing
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by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 5th December 2016 @ 11:09:02 AM AEST
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While I hesitate to venture what inspired such a morose piece, I cannot overlook the perfection in this write. Great job!
I hope all is well with you.
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Re: Limits On Breathing
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by softerware on
Monday, 5th December 2016 @ 10:33:48 PM AEST
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Let us not go quietly. The night is not gentle, and there is much to do before we deserve to abandon ship. Had I three lifetimes, I could not do all that I need to.
I agree that playing poker with the devil is playing against the house. A stacked deck. Not worth yet one more breath.
A word of advice to the lost, disguised as self surrender, spun on a delicate premise.
The message is clear; the motive is ambiguous.
The music of your words is lovely to read out loud.
A haunting composition. softerware
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