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memories (i never had)
i can feel the taste of tears
rising in my throat
swallow
keep it down
we don't want to wake the neighbors
with our sympathies
our word addictions
for the faceless names
that have snuck from between the dusty pages
grabbed our hands
and led us on a merry dance
through the dark apple tree forests
shadows in the moonlight
no reflections in their empty eyes
i reach out my hand
grasping for yours in the dark
the figure in the chair by the pool
looking out over the sea
not touching
not speaking
but it is only fiction
that holds us apart
and your face is just a suggestion
over the sound of crashing waves
close my eyes
and smell the salt
feel the whisper of your skin
as you pass by
into the settling night
march 2, 2004
1:18 am














Comments
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You! Return the comment. =^^=
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I love the style you have added. This poem feels like a dance to me. I love it!
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confusion is the door way to thought.
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Lars-Erik Forsberg
|ArtPolitic Founder|
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5t3iggy
.:Unborn and imperishable is the original mind:.
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Back and in white.
its very discordant and random, just as memories tend to be, and through this manages to evoke a lot of sadness and imagery... everything just ties in and fits so well together. well done.
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fighting fit to scream out my soul,
whirlwinds of chaos ravaging my mind,
[from: wanting nothing]
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