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Vertebrae
suspense
twisting like a bandage
your voice
buried in sleep
escapes with its key
unclasping locks
hushing forth
a moist jaunt
while further
farther the giant dream
stirs
and black mice
chase freedoms
frieze
down a mazes mirth
romance
dripped throttled flame
drown molten
amused
dead flowers
and day old
smiles
limp in the
mirrors
lucid
lure
..
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Comments
Seren
Tue, 2014-05-20 09:38
Steven
I...was...here, and left a small part of myself behind, this one spoke to me hun
wow...
nice to read you again
love Jayne x
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
emeka ozurumba
Fri, 2014-05-23 05:58
good use of imagery like in
good use of imagery like in verse 1 describing a lack of sleep