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This Haunting from Yesteryear
the smell of cold exhaust
pollutes my nostrils
forming a sadness that drips
with cerulean tears
this song seeps into my senses
arousing sensations
inexplicable
producing verse with reminiscent fear
the sound of sterile snowflakes
in stale winter air
that allows them to stall
stagnant in the atmosphere
thus unfolding a frequency
I would rather not ride out
switching the stations now
not letting that static interfere
Published 11th Dec 2018
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11th Dec 2018 9:25pm
Little things remind us of people and events, some good some bad. I can feel a stillness
13th Dec 2018 4:41pm
11th Dec 2018 11:26pm
"thus unfolding a frequency
I would rather not ride out
switching the stations now
not letting that static interfere" an excellent verse love the flow
Great piece!👏👏
I would rather not ride out
switching the stations now
not letting that static interfere" an excellent verse love the flow
Great piece!👏👏
13th Dec 2018 4:42pm
12th Dec 2018 00:38am
"The smell of food exhaust"
Only a child of the North country can really appreciate this line. Well written.
Only a child of the North country can really appreciate this line. Well written.
13th Dec 2018 4:45pm
12th Dec 2018 5:03am
I love this subjective, sensory contemplation. It's almost like a pausing to remember <3
13th Dec 2018 4:49pm
12th Dec 2018 10:20am
I really liked this write. Almost as if you freeze-framed the scene and sounds in your mind and then walked thru' it to examine and experience each element individually. Sensory overload. Dx
13th Dec 2018 4:53pm
