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For all was tame and quiet, Pin drop symphonies rang the bells of my attention As sound seemed very absence But in the presence of movement over known Emitting silent ****** My seances only were aroused When all the limbs came round the bend To tumble over interruption While passive in their flail A lonely lady frail soon moved from in the dark Lent to the tilt of my eyes a gentlemen Then floating out of balance So near to me in absence of the sun Lips divided slowly Seeping breath of the flowing pale Such absence clustered, subtle glowing Painted figures from shadows as she stretched the crooked hand To ***** my collar with uneasiness While nameless forces bloomed To guid her fingers to my breast plate Envy shook within her eyes That tasted visions of a heart beat Never pulsing in her ribs That soon unhinged and spread around me But in i dove before the grasp So she would not consume my soul My body landed in a room That was the same as such before I left its confines while floating Never greeting who soon came Around the corner, solid form A figure with my name and face His heart was absent Waiting, always waiting To extend a hand to lonely wonderers.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
"One Level To The Next"
For all was tame and quiet, Pin drop symphonies rang the bells of my attention As sound seemed very absence But in the presence of movement over known Emitting silent ****** My seances only were aroused When all the limbs came round the bend To tumble over interruption While passive in their flail A lonely lady frail soon moved from in the dark Lent to the tilt of my eyes a gentlemen Then floating out of balance So near to me in absence of the sun Lips divided slowly Seeping breath of the flowing pale Such absence clustered, subtle glowing Painted figures from shadows as she stretched the crooked hand To ***** my collar with uneasiness While nameless forces bloomed To guid her fingers to my breast plate Envy shook within her eyes That tasted visions of a heart beat Never pulsing in her ribs That soon unhinged and spread around me But in i dove before the grasp So she would not consume my soul My body landed in a room That was the same as such before I left its confines while floating Never greeting who soon came Around the corner, solid form A figure with my name and face His heart was absent Waiting, always waiting To extend a hand to lonely wonderers.
andrew-creigh-currie
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
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