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White Echoes
Contributed by
Mr_jeremy
on
Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 06:06:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Pristine smells down white corridors.
Footfall sounds for cringeing veins.
A lonely cabinet holds the secret.
Four walls hear my own disgrace.
Someone, writes my inner sanctum.
No-one knows how to escape.
Bars are placed across the eyes
And ears are locked away from sense.
Respite is forgetful daylight
Bouncing off these callow walls
I ask myself to wander far
And wide.
But all I hear are the questions.
__________________________________
I miss the tree outside my window. I had
apparently asked it to be cut down because
Its branches rapped on the glass, giving
Me nightmares throughout last wintertime.
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Mr_jeremy
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2004-07-22 06:06:47] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: White Echoes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Colleen on
Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 09:04:29 PM AEST (User
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Definantly very interesting. Very well written. Nice work! |
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