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A True Story

The couch was a large beating heart I snuggled in deep and felt its pulse The coffee table was a cliff overlooking a vast carpet desert extending for what seemed like eons The walls were bright yellow in the dim morning light waving and gasping and holding the ceiling aloft The flashing of the green 12:00 on my ancient VCR swiveling and pivoting uncontrollably in the damp air Lou Reed softly hums and wails Everything is moving yet staying perfectly aligned Outside the trees make love in swaying sweetness Kissing the clouds as they hover slightly above the streetlights glow with angelic halos of orange and purple I am alone in this brilliant time and these are the best Boomers I've ever had.
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Written by
jrbarclay-2
American
Published
Jun 18, 2010
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