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Smoke
Contributed by
joni553
on
Thursday, 12th June 2003 @ 05:22:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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Beathing in a smoke that carries mind
off somewhere.
Into the fade of withered roses spattered over
this ancient chair.
Words dancing in my head like a marriotte
in the sky.
Hanging from a lamp post hovering like an obnoxioius fly -
watching people pass by me.
Never thought in a million years one could
get so high.
Okay - stop the motion let me off this ride.
I need to find a place to run away and hide.
Copyright ©
joni553
... [
2003-06-12 17:22:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Re: Smoke
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Sunday, 29th June 2003 @ 09:04:27 PM AEST (User
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poke smot..... |
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