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Pins And Needles
I stand
at the edge of the world
upon the bland
uneven sand
out of reach
upon the beach
with a middle hand .
The pier creaks
within the bleak
surround
a grumbling wind
filters through the pins
that needle within
this man .
The collision
of thought
like a mission
being fought
is in revision
as I to me
talk .
Don't
fuck it up man
I say
I won't , no way .
Published 30th Apr 2013
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Anonymous
30th Apr 2013 9:50pm
you better listen to yourself dude..nice write, really quite enthralling :-)
2nd May 2013 11:13pm
30th Apr 2013 10:10pm
I like this Paul
Sometimes we have to talk to ourselves out loud in the open in order to be heard within.
Nice
G
Sometimes we have to talk to ourselves out loud in the open in order to be heard within.
Nice
G
2nd May 2013 11:14pm
Anonymous
30th Apr 2013 10:12pm
This is really quite lovely. And with a serious message to the self. I could really picture you there saying it. Very picturesque. A fine little read. Thank you.
2nd May 2013 11:15pm
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2nd May 2013 11:17pm
Anonymous
1st May 2013 2:15am
well done diddi...strider
Don't
fuck it up man
I say
I won't , no way .
Don't
fuck it up man
I say
I won't , no way .
2nd May 2013 11:19pm
