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Trippin On...
Contributed by
Inevitable
on
Thursday, 10th September 2009 @ 02:19:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Tripping on words and colors so absurd
but you love it, you do
the way the night moves, consumed by me and you
A radical change is felt through the air
the stars seem to dance, fingers through hair
enchanted
Liberation is planted
A new seed, I will reconstruct your greed
and turn it into something more heavenly
Divine means no time
and when you stop the clocks
you can come inside.
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Inevitable
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2009-09-10 14:19:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Trippin On...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 11th September 2009 @ 06:12:24 AM AEST (User
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A very intelligent poem. Different metaphors were woven together beautifully and every word seemed to fit perfectly in its place, like here:
'Divine means no time
and when you stop the clocks
you can come inside.'
It just sounded immaculate. Superb once again.
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