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A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

blood-shoot back,
time tracking soft devices
manipulative train tyres
running their own root
taken flossed wires
over plastic thoughtfulness
negative truthfulness inhabits
itself in you.

© 2010 What happened to simple old me?


Author's Note

What happened to simple old me?
I have this new obsession with picking up the piece of paper and jotting down the first things that come to mind (aka typing on my keyboard) - random non-sense combinations, they're pretty fun to write, or to laugh at ;D

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I think its great that you write what comes to mind, usually it means nothing, or it means a great deal, what ever it means its real, and nothing to laugh at, although I tend to do the same, I love spontaneity, I use it all the time in my sculpture, I shall have a read, and review, so far I see a lot of similar stuff between us, thanks for your comments, Back soon, C.

Posted 14 Years Ago


often, there is much sense in nonsense, be careful what you jot down, and where.. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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What happened to simple old me?
What happened to simple old me?

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