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Impossible Bottle
Contributed by
daniella
on
Tuesday, 20th October 2009 @ 09:08:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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In the museum
In the museum
I've found you're fossilized
And I'm composed of tiny dots
And rampants clots
of paint and texture
but best heard from far away
in my own mind
in my own mind
i think i'm affable
if i'm approachable like the man
mumbling to himself of bottled ships
and lips he used to kiss to kiss
in his own mind
so get ready to question my sense of death
and the breadth of this situation
this feeling of relapse
when there's no one left to question
and we're teeming with contradiction!
I fear my ship could collapse
Copyright ©
daniella
... [
2009-10-20 09:08:41] (Date/Time posted on
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