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Falling freely into cascading commotion Sound and scent engulf emotion [Not everything is as important as it seems] Cars creaking find their way to houses heaving Daily doldrums of amorous ambition [Not even love guiding can prevent loneliness] Streaming spouts leave rusty rings Shoes worn short between dreamless dozing [Not entirely awake are you?] [Not every day do bluebirds come] [Not every day do miracles come] [Not every day does vision come]
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
“The Killer awoke before dawn . . . He put his boots on.”
Falling freely into cascading commotion Sound and scent engulf emotion [Not everything is as important as it seems] Cars creaking find their way to houses heaving Daily doldrums of amorous ambition [Not even love guiding can prevent loneliness] Streaming spouts leave rusty rings Shoes worn short between dreamless dozing [Not entirely awake are you?] [Not every day do bluebirds come] [Not every day do miracles come] [Not every day does vision come]
This one owes its title to The Doors' "The End".
liz-anne
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
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