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Purblind as i am,
Standing in this yellowed metaphor,
Issuing pleas for meaning in staccato-like gasps of infinite uncertainty
Laughter leaks from every direction, undulates and licks the greasey lip of a handprint strangely pinned
On the breathing, moving facade of this all consuming hall. sonorous,
Catalytic digression from my ego's instinctive ( Read more... )
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because we're learning about catalysts in chemistry
yeah!
it is cryptic but pretty
i realized that i have to read your poetry slowly
letting one line at a time wash over my brain
closing my eyes and planting imagery that sticks
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