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Apr 2012
endless
mellowness,
    c o m e
      dress in a mirror.
draw soft glares
     across the surface
           (and surface someone.)

    endless song
  drum me notes,
         but not so hard!
      s l o w   d o w n .
         listen to the thundering bass
pushing our breath through our mouths
and shaking our hair and bones
like the footsteps of some great thing
that suffices to vibrate our bodies across the surface
like weightless toys.
This might not be finished as the end is poetic in meaning but not style. My throat ached in the last three lines but I could not put it down on paper.
Seb
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