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evening echoes
your fingernail inches
(slowly)
d
o
w
n
m
y
b
a
c
k
sending shivers up my spine
reminding me
of atlantic nights
transient breezes
(breathe in deep)
and what it's like
to hold an echo
august 12, 2002
4:15 pm















Comments
catures a moment, a thought, nicely
your mom reads you poetry? if my mom laid eyes on most the shit i've written, she'd die.
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to love is to lose
and to lose is to die
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i liked the trailing 'b a c k' bit too...it was definitely a unique presentation for this piece
And the fingernails on the back bit...that totally left this tingly sensation in me when i read it...can't help it, I happen to be a very ticklish person
......brrrrr *shiver*
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~82deg
Isn't it about time you seek him for the truth? I have.
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