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the dead air of things
"grace on fire"
the heavens called it..
there was a war inside me..
lightening. chasing
chaos
bondage
........oh the cliques of toasting to death...
barely breathing & naked sitting in lament before the silence
I forgot myself in where my sin began
under summered skin
& I've grown tired of the light..
I'll see you in my dreams
the heavens called it..
there was a war inside me..
lightening. chasing
chaos
bondage
........oh the cliques of toasting to death...
barely breathing & naked sitting in lament before the silence
I forgot myself in where my sin began
under summered skin
& I've grown tired of the light..
I'll see you in my dreams
Published 15th Jul 2010
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15th Jul 2010 9:17am
as dark as it may sound it all seems to fade away with the last line
"i'll see you in my dreams"
"i'll see you in my dreams"
15th Jul 2010 1:17pm
...in public, Kandice. Hope you can come up for air and find that second wind - isn't it time to admit you deserve it, before the summer slips away (again).
19th Jul 2010 2:01pm
From a poet's point of view, the perfect punch...however, I am nobody to lament or wish you to come out of your odds, if any. However, your work represents quality literature.
