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Waxing
A quarter to one at 3 in the night
could ideally be fun, not without warning.
Sitting alone in a room full of one
waiting for clues that glue the hour,
Fluidly spacy in the psychedelic lull
of drifting silence just half past none.
One and three quarters align
magically, weeks have just gone by.
"Your poetry these days is quite depressing son.
Cheer up before the waning comes.”
could ideally be fun, not without warning.
Sitting alone in a room full of one
waiting for clues that glue the hour,
Fluidly spacy in the psychedelic lull
of drifting silence just half past none.
One and three quarters align
magically, weeks have just gone by.
"Your poetry these days is quite depressing son.
Cheer up before the waning comes.”
Published 23rd Jan 2014
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23rd Jan 2014 8:50pm
"Fluidly spacy in the psychedelic lull
of drifting silence just half past none."
^^^^^^So poetic!
*chanting* "We want more! we want more!"
Depressing pieces are grand, when inked wonderfully! ;)
of drifting silence just half past none."
^^^^^^So poetic!
*chanting* "We want more! we want more!"
Depressing pieces are grand, when inked wonderfully! ;)
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