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The Rapture
Ah yes
into the blue
drown out the sound
of
everything
breathing
leaving
dreaming
fish don't fry in the kitchen
what you talking about
la la la-la la la
distorted voices
familiar yet fake
burned into brains
I am
you are
submerged
into the blue
drown out the sound
of
everything
breathing
leaving
dreaming
fish don't fry in the kitchen
what you talking about
la la la-la la la
distorted voices
familiar yet fake
burned into brains
I am
you are
submerged
Published 1st Apr 2014
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Anonymous
5th Apr 2014 8:08am
Great poem, gave me the feeling of being in a bubble of instant joy. Light through a window but intensified in the last phrase....
13th Apr 2014 3:01pm
