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The fever
Contributed by
Tferguson
on
Sunday, 7th July 2013 @ 05:23:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Short and sweet is the dawn,
bringing heat to damp earth.
The expense of the day spreading out.
Where is the dusk, is it in my eyes?
Between the fabric of sinew and tissue.
Thoughts that.Stop.And.Start.
Starry eyed hearts.
There is birdsong and money for now.
No better, no worse than anywhere.
Is this luck?
There was a better dawn I remember it.
There will be better dawns I swear it.
Somewhere they will see it, better than i ever could.
For now.Dreading.
Daydreaming I widen my eyes to see the bleeding of the sky.
Run the razor of my tongue to dry lips, waiting for waiting, anticipating.
The end of all things, night and the passing.
Copyright ©
Tferguson
... [
2013-07-07 17:23:29] (Date/Time posted on
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