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walking through

climbing up the shadowed stairs
flicking the wrists
of a worn down body
sick with noise
constantly blocking
glancing up as to avoid human contact
a bump
   fatal
eyes falling
towards closed doors
opened
by sleepy souls
ready for
   awakening

after a cool mist shower
against mountains
smoke twirling through locks
black and covering
it is time

and we walk through.

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Written April 1st, 2005

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  • summersday
    April 1, 2005
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    i like this poem .
    nice wright

  • Mj gold member
    April 1, 2005
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    Interesting poem. I could really imagine this as a scenery. It's beautiful. Dark, but beautiful.
    Really awesome write you have here!

    Love, MJ