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S h i f t;
A golden hand, extended,
sunlight touches
vivid eyes, a stroke of absolute
affection--
boiled hearts in
dirty water,
We are ghosts in plastic vases,
vanish, varnish, finish, tarnish,
I used bleach,
but it didn't come out.
- by E p s i i l o n_ |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/04/2009 |
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- Title: The good times are over.
- Artist: E p s i i l o n_
- Description: Nehh.
- Date: 01/04/2009
- Tags: good times over
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Comments (3 Comments)
- zabu o v o - 05/29/2020
- aww yiss.
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- Wicker Chair - 08/23/2009
- i have been boggled. your the new TS Eliot, I dare say.
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- sweet little mouse - 01/04/2009
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This is interesting... it feels like you are saying quite a few things with only a few verses to interpret. Definitely a thought-provoker, and many people can't successfully write a poem that doesn't lay the meaning of it before you on a silver platter, but you've managed to catch the mystery of it and present it in a way that makes it look well thought-out and not a spastic random blurb with the label "poetry" slapped on it. I like it. smile
I'll be thinking about this one for a while. 5/5 - Report As Spam