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Scatting
Contributed by
rockingoddess
on
Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 11:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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A black scatting something,
Secret to all but me.
I go back, hear wisdom
Never again to be seen.
A fog lingering,
No, no fog can be.
A thunder in the distance,
Or my family’s plea.
Raising my forehead,
All turns to night.
I taste thick, unpleasant nothing,
Something’s not right.
It’s not supposed to hurt,
No sound comes out.
Try to move, seems I’m stuck,
Black something scatters about.
A bearer of disbelief,
I haven’t had time to become.
Starring up, water pours down,
A blast of color rains above.
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rockingoddess
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2003-07-24 11:35:00]
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Re: Scatting
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by desertwispers on
Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 12:28:55 PM AEST
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Re: Scatting
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by Grae on
Friday, 25th July 2003 @ 04:18:09 PM AEST
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| that is real deep |
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