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Preston Street
Contributed by
Debris
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Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 01:33:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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The pigeons on Preston street peck for a living.
They live off the remains of what others have given
And I saw you there
a scarf that I bought covered your hair
I watched as you waited for word of arrival,
a new consignment
your base for survival
And you were so thin, withered within.
I’m withered without
The pigeons on Preston street fly from sill to sill
Automatic, devoid of all will.
Like you, and your new routine
A slave to the brown,
A slave to the green.
I watch from safety, sheltered by winter
I can tell that your broken, your heart like a splinter
But I cannot intervene
Not just to be kind,
Not just to be mean.
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Debris
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2010-04-25 13:33:15] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Preston Street
(User Rating: 1 ) by duff on
Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 03:36:31 PM AEST (User
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What a great write full of tenderness and care of mind. Standing back not to make things worse can sometimes be the better option although it can be very difficult. Great write
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Re: Preston Street
(User Rating: 1 ) by Breezy on
Tuesday, 27th April 2010 @ 04:49:31 AM AEST (User
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wow. This was spellbinding. I couldn't single out any
one word or line as it, in its entirety, is just so complete.
The way you captured the pain and sorrow in this is gripping.
Excellent post! -- Achelois
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Re: Preston Street
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 5th May 2010 @ 09:59:08 AM AEST (User
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fabulous write,
hugs n' love nessa |
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