You; ‘pushen persian’
Dedicated to the deafening,
Here is south, water is suffering
And there in north there is a thirst for fevers
Every quarter spent, signified to the cent of a pauper and pent,
Rent your hair to the shavers pawn brokers
Let your head feel the cold
Your brain will freeze and numb
You’ll forget everything you once had known
Every memory directed in a hollow dome
Temperature is only temporary,
Here is your hearing, and your ears,
There’s the blank and the shivers
Also, murals, waters of showers
You wait for a flood, wait for hours
Heard the sounds of the sum’what-not,
You had forgot,
For a second
That was relaxation
GIVE ME YOUR TREASONS
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This is awesome.
You’ll forget everything you once had known
Every memory directed in a hollow dome
I never thought of relaxation like that before, but can see the correlation. Excellent poectic description on what appears to me to be meditation.
I enjoy your writting.
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suezzie
no way - just seen in my notes you had a contest running - i'm too late - hope it went ok for you
thanks for reading againce - i like your poetic slice of muffinetry:
Excellent poectic description on what appears to me to be meditation.
adios xx
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