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in the vast dampness of my mind,
the broke and the cheap cease to exist.
maybe, but it matters to those who keep to themselves.
a thought comes and goes; never see the wrong because your innocence keeps lying to you.
boxes filled with tears and the world turns its pockets inside out.
you're held down with false hopes while waking in morning's first cry.
seeds plow the fertile farmer and hearts pour coffee in the noon.
flying newspapers have wings and a paternal instinct awakens with new and gay and merry.
dancing planes strike the horizon for your joy.
the chord cut the umbilical and the breath of life is anew.
- by mexicantacos2003 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/19/2008 |
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one of my original pieces that i wrote when i was beginning to like writing.
if you like it, rate it and comment. otherwise please go to the next one.
and by next one i mean click the arrow pointing left or right so you don't
have to read this. - Date: 11/19/2008
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- ValentineEvenings - 04/02/2010
- Great imagery.
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- Eternal_Love108 - 11/25/2008
- ....umm....nice?
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