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Even The Furniture Bleeds
Contributed by
silverscent
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Saturday, 27th January 2007 @ 06:39:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Feeding upon mushroom kisses
and magic a thirst – inept.
Even the furniture bleeds
if left alone with it’s thoughts.
Yet, when a head of grey curls,
rests with the dust of the chair,
both feel fresh as a plastic toy
and as real as the morn’ is near.
Even if the empty house
still has a trampled carpet.
—
We feed upon a mushroom caress
and magic, a thirst – hushed
with a window stood between
yourself, myself, and grapes.
See, even our furniture bleeds
without a needle and thread.
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silverscent
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2007-01-27 06:39:40] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Even The Furniture Bleeds
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Saturday, 27th January 2007 @ 07:21:47 PM AEST (User
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Loved the title. Sounds like you were tripping on some psychedelic mushrooms, there. Interesting little write...I enjoyed that first line
"Feeding upon mushroom kisses"
Thanks for sharing.
Peace, Laura |
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