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Contributed by
broken-glass
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Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 01:07:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Long thick blades of grass
Scrape across our feet.
Alone Im walking, under breath talking, an unexplored memory of you
Here we embarked on a quest and a half
Of our situations unique as they were.
Being happy where we were, yet still sad where we were not.
Reassessing yet imploding,
A Summer well spent.
Yet the spell under I was put
My face held flat underneath your foot,
Simplicity redefined
As I embraced the wasted time.
I felt the misconceptions of me were unjustified,
What I heard, your sleek voice replied.
Many days sat in debate,
Open only to opinionate.
Those righteous feelings provoked through past years of
Hands over our mouths.
Now the world has changed,
Darkness how you choose to be portrayed,
Now Im cold and feel betrayed.
Many a day in the long thick blades of grass,
Scraping across our views.
You never stepped inside my shoes,
We never made the whole incision,
Only within time to make it
Home.
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2004-06-03 13:07:46]
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Re: Home
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| Strangely compelling. A lot of descriptive words and yet it leads to metaphors that seem to change shape even as I'm reading it -- if that makes any sense. |
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