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second poem

I like to listen the sound of my footsteps
you can hear them faintly over the pavement
it echoes the beats of my pear shaped organ

streets,
sidewalks,
stop signs,
traffic lights

There is something comforting about
relying on you own two feet
to get to where you need to go

dreams,
places,
destinations,
home.

Please tell me what you think

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  • Everyones Dead
    February 6

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    Again, fairly simple, but I like the form. Three regular lines, four short ones, and again for each. And like the last one, the simplicity suits the feeling.

  • emogrl
    January 29
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    i truly understand what you mean...just dont let that be the only thing u love to hear...