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On Pause
the first one takes me in
wraps itself about the mind
driving out the pain
and any realisation of time
on pause, the world awaits
absobed in a calm that meditates
but by the second
I run
rampant
into the bedroom of dreams
the screams of passion
painted firmly
on the canvass
where we're soon to be slain
we spill a little at third
barrelling down
into the bright lights of the night train
a hard felt smokey grain
knocking them back
you knock me out
shredding last breaths of lung
and life
out of my hearse-drawn howl
the moon peers between the clouds
bleeding on the remnants of the night
Published 12th Apr 2020
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12th Apr 2020 1:27am
12th Apr 2020 2:04pm
Anonymous
12th Apr 2020 5:25pm
Leaves the reader a bit breathless and anxious...whoooweeewowza
13th Apr 2020 11:00pm
bear/bare with me, i am soooooooooooo behind with reading & commenting this year... frankly, with my inability to multitask, my female card should be revoked 🙈
good wine & good company make for a great time 🖤
i love the progression of this, from first glass to punishable spillage
xo
good wine & good company make for a great time 🖤
i love the progression of this, from first glass to punishable spillage
xo
