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Fast-paced, misplaced
Faster-than-a-bullet-pack
Action-packed, mismatched,
I am running on the slow track.
All restraint is pulled until
like the..
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It hides in dark crevices, and when you are deep in dance with Doubt
He comes out, and wraps around you, whispering questions, subjecting possibly im..
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Click.
Dusty frosted fragrant blades strewn
substituting raindrops
Crisp clean summer skies
Trumpeting jubiliance
click. zoom.
Dusty crystal ..
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Part one: Glamour.Crimson lips shine out from a pale frame,blend in with red sateen. Emphasis on the lips;bright, artificial flavored, succulent, glut..
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A Lot of my poems are titled the current song playing while the poem was being constructed.
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"So here we sit" says he, sardonically.
"again, and again, and again, to be.
Aren't you even a little bit tired?
Won't you bend just..
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In a valley of shadows, plains smooth as the ocean
There stands one last figure while the sun is down.
Swiftly it moves left-right, in-sight, out-ni..
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One could say this is a Sequel to Comtine d'une Autre... Or more or less from the mother's objective point of view.
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My imagination decided to spurn an image while the song of the same title was playing.
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Just a dream I had.
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