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A vulture that circles
A body laying limp in a world full of movement
the symphony of the fallen tears are bitter sweet
like the sound of moaning from someone no longer in your arms
The scars reveal only that the soul can be hurt, only that we seek connection
This fantasy more like ecstasy, this pain that wraps itself around to suck any life worth living
The vulture circles and the body awaits consumption

so we dance around in circles and ignore the pain like some backyard weed

This torment out of eyes, this beloved moment, this potent feeling

The body awaits consumption

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  • 245Trioxin
    April 22
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    I personally find that although one can feel the vultures eye each and every movement you make, that they somehow gnaw at you from within as well.

    Reminds me in many ways of my friend who killed himself 5 years ago. His world was full of movement, laughter, love and sadness that couldn't logically be defined.

    Well written and welcome to AP


  • LaYlAlOvE
    April 22
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    lovley poem verry lovly i get the feeling from it very well