Retrospective

Retrospective

A Story by Js.
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dated 09.09.07

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...I Liked how you carried me to the room.
Out of your 'so not safe' livingroom,
That damn couch right next to the very acessful window
On the ground floor always gets us started...
You make a silly face and lock the door,
Behind it is the music still pumping. Loud.
We even sang along with it for the first few seconds
But now we no longer hear it..
 
We're too busy listening to your body and mine's thoughts..
As the daylight fades in the still curtains of your bedroom


 
 

(...)

© 2008 Js.


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A poem that takes your thought process on
an imaginative ride. It tosses you right then left
until the finale line tells you where we've been

Well done!


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Js.
Js.

Maputo, Mozambique



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Like many others, my sense of writting is anything but 'normal' (whatever that is). I write what I feel, its deeply real, people often misunderstand it, mistaking it for depression. Being dark and b.. more..

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