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For The Purpose Of Collecting Dust
Contributed by
hardrocker15198916
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Wednesday, 20th April 2011 @ 01:41:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The road is empty, houses silent.
In the distance I hear
the low roar of traffic
piercing the night air.
The stars do not show very well.
They do not shine tonight.
Even in darkness, my breath comes white,
like a puffy cloud,
and then it's gone.
It's heat drowned by cold.
I am alone.
In some old fantasy
I dreamed of smiles and laughs,
cups brimming with hot cocoa,
and, in sweaters, we'd have
long walks in the woods
on a path that didn't exist.
There are no trees here.
No warm cups begging to be drank.
A smile is a travesty;
strangers simply glance
then disregard each other.
Even in this lonliness,
I feel thier eyes
looking to an empty sky
purple-black and deep
and they too think these things.
But they, unlike me,
wrap the thought into a box
and leave it in their garage
for the purpose of collecting dust.
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Re: For The Purpose Of Collecting Dust
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dibi on
Wednesday, 27th April 2011 @ 06:26:37 PM AEST (User
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I could read at this all night, well done
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