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Untitled #5
Contributed by
Nardo
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Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 12:32:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I feel like a kid again
lost and ignorant
not fooling anyone in these
big black specks
I hide behind.
The words I speak
are carefully chosen
trickery at its best,
but not anymore.
I fell off the wall
sometime after Humpty
but was never to be put back together.
My mind fractured to bits and pieces
too small for the naked eye
scattered among the vagrant streets
of the Broken and Wounded
I'm lost to the wind.
Bodiless I lie
without true form
(the inside, not out)
floating into what?
Not the Night,
for that is something I can grasp.
What is in the Now is slipping between my fingers
dripping like honey
sweet and sticky
but easily washed away.
Copyright ©
Nardo
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2005-02-25 00:32:55]
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Re: Untitled #5
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by purplestary on
Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 12:43:50 AM AEST
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| good write . i loved this. |
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Re: Untitled #5
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by emystar on
Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 12:48:58 AM AEST
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Very sad but written well.
This write reminds me of my son's dog called leanardo.
keep writing as it's a masterpeice we all feel this way at times.
huggs, smiles,
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