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My Arm Flakes A Pleasant Tune...
Contributed by
Wolfareen
on
Wednesday, 27th June 2007 @ 12:04:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Wraps itself round in an artful moon.
The many things that are diseased laugh.
Take my time otherwise feel her wrath.
The band that was spoke of, mouths in sublime.
The feelings are many but hewed in time.
This whole rolls like an aftermath.
I can't help feeling so feeling, I laugh.
Break it, break it, break it, NO!
Tremble slowly but don't let go.
It's rough and echoes but meaning is there.
Is there, is there ants in my hair?
Where should the rough with the smooth?
Words get repeated but settle in groove.
The planes make the sun shine; when is soon?
Copyright ©
Wolfareen
... [
2007-06-27 00:04:45] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Arm Flakes A Pleasant Tune...
(User Rating: 1 ) by BigDre on
Monday, 5th July 2010 @ 02:29:21 AM AEST (User
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A little Random, but a sometimes its good to shake things up by writing a poem that is sporadic. |
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