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Retina
Contributed by
Al_obotomize
on
Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 08:13:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Retina
Alone in a room,
full of friends.
Staring at nothing,
is what it seems.
Nobody can see,
but you alone.
Nothing around you,
nothing is known.
Beautiful patterns,
formed out of air.
What it is,
you don't care.
Your world is being outlined,
by wonderous shapes.
Coming out of nowhere,
your breath they will take.
Once you snap out,
you will forget.
Nothing was there,
for that beautiful sec.
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Al_obotomize
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2004-05-27 08:13:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Retina
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 19th June 2004 @ 02:36:03 PM AEST (User
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Good read. (sounds like a drugged moment...) :-)
And there theres...
those little shapes you see when you aren't looking at anything... Like little amoebas in the air. I've been told they are dust in the eye. |
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