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poem 5
Contributed by
Antzus
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Tuesday, 8th September 2009 @ 07:05:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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Glowing embers soothe and scald
tangled histories concealed and told
vistas of glory lined with rage
gentle moments - my amniotic cage
A fresh blast of oxygen stifles the blood
seeping through pores, it bloodies the mud
soft-spoken warmth searing the skin
Finish me off so I may begin
Copyright ©
Antzus
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2009-09-08 07:05:36]
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Re: poem 5
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by spud on
Tuesday, 8th September 2009 @ 08:22:17 AM AEST
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Hi,
Not really sure what to think of it, with my
sandblasted grey matter!
But ..... like the rhythm - like the flow!
Tommy
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Re: poem 5
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 8th September 2009 @ 01:40:09 PM AEST
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I agree with Tommy. The flow was lovely.
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