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Rumours
Contributed by
sebgreen
on
Tuesday, 23rd April 2013 @ 05:31:16 PM in AEST
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Rumours I hear
Through the grape vine
Down the telephone line
Who am I to believe?
The one I love most?
Or the ones who love her most?
Tripping thoughts
Through my tripping mind
I sit cross legged outdoors
Your voice whispering, calling
Sweat pouring through my pores
Twisted are my feelings, bent, crooked
Working their way through the maze of my mind
How, what to think ?
As the world collapses, flailing trees
And cherry blossom
Falling by my knees
In warped smoky darkness
Smothered with disease
Gravity calls to sleep, whilst my brain
Tortured
Tries to cease, reach peace.
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sebgreen
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2013-04-23 17:31:16]
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Re: Rumours
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 23rd April 2013 @ 08:30:09 PM AEST
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I like the way this races with thoughts. Thank you for an enjoyable read.
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Re: Rumours
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by Breezy on
Tuesday, 23rd April 2013 @ 09:19:47 PM AEST
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"Gravity calls to sleep, whilst my brain
Tortured
Tries to cease, reach peace "
O u t s t a n d i n g !!
I really love the momentum of this piece. The pace of emotion is
spectacular, but that ending ... damn! how we all, as sentient beings
relate to those last delicious lines. Wonderful write! : )
~ Breezy
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