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Stomping Ground
...with old languages lost
old stomping grounds are
viewed with suspicion.
Everything freezes in a slur
at the edge of the stool
bleeding...bleeding
into pools of sweat
from blued collars.
Looking
into another vicious hole
into the reflection
of another vicious glass
showing no mercy
at the throat...and the soul.
Struggling
to find feet
to find balance
struggling for the next step
searching for...
something unattainable.
old stomping grounds are
viewed with suspicion.
Everything freezes in a slur
at the edge of the stool
bleeding...bleeding
into pools of sweat
from blued collars.
Looking
into another vicious hole
into the reflection
of another vicious glass
showing no mercy
at the throat...and the soul.
Struggling
to find feet
to find balance
struggling for the next step
searching for...
something unattainable.
Published 5th Nov 2013
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5th Nov 2013 6:26pm
Who wants the attainable? Not me! I stretch for stars I might reach one day
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5th Nov 2013 6:29pm
Anonymous
6th Nov 2013 4:49am
Takes a while before one hits the ground at times, well written!
6th Nov 2013 4:28pm
6th Nov 2013 4:58am
this ->'Everything freezes in a slur
at the edge of the stool
bleeding...bleeding
into pools of sweat
from blued collars.'
is simply amazing!
glad to have come across this piece .
at the edge of the stool
bleeding...bleeding
into pools of sweat
from blued collars.'
is simply amazing!
glad to have come across this piece .
6th Nov 2013 4:28pm
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