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where will this take me?

my brain
a soft bud

petals puckered by string
with a paralyzed sunset
at its core,
never waning,
never rising
wooden
and strange

but
my face
is a journey --
there have been men
and scowls;
it has deflected screams,
hatred,
and the unrequited disgust
of laughing children
during days
when I can't stand
the journey
during days when
I can't
I won't
or it's just not possible anymore
and this is the end;

but then..

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  • sergei nabokov
    January 27, 2008
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    i like. i like.


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    January 26, 2008

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    I can't
    I won't
    or it's just not possible anymore
    and this is the end;

    but then..

    hey you are quite strong aned quite honest with the immageries stated in the words..I love this piece..well done....

  • jagged teardrops
    January 25, 2008

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    Wow wow wow wow
    this is so cool
    i like how you make it such a fast read but it captures me
    awesome

    jagged teardrops

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