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It was a crime
Permitting plush drops
To patter down over you
And I...
And I
I was so high
So high
Umbrella-ed under
A battered hood
A black
And badly-worn hoodie
That wasn't mine
Yes...
It was a crime
I've gagged down
All of my sinful
Sighs
Grinding my trespasser teeth
Because I'd rather...
Than commit another
Amiss
Aimless
Act
I'll despise
Permitting plush drops
To patter down over you
And I...
And I
I was so high
So high
Umbrella-ed under
A battered hood
A black
And badly-worn hoodie
That wasn't mine
Yes...
It was a crime
I've gagged down
All of my sinful
Sighs
Grinding my trespasser teeth
Because I'd rather...
Than commit another
Amiss
Aimless
Act
I'll despise
Published 19th Sep 2017
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19th Sep 2017 10:33pm
Interesting. It reminds me of temptation to do things that shouldn't be done. Maybe I'm wrong. If so will you correct me?
19th Sep 2017 10:54pm
20th Sep 2017 12:14pm
Resistance to that which defines us in ways we don't desire to be defined builds character.
I particularly enjoyed the hoodie reference. There's a significance in it that causes the reader to ponder. . .yet it remains a mystery.
I particularly enjoyed the hoodie reference. There's a significance in it that causes the reader to ponder. . .yet it remains a mystery.
20th Sep 2017 4:17pm
Yes, that is so very true. I think writing helps to solidify those unsavory truths as a marker to oneself, and possibly others, to facilitate change. Something about expressing that (especially in creating art out of experiences) is cleaning to the soul. Thank you, as always for the lovely comments <3
