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I walked into a room Peopled Their confluence a paisley print Impeccably placed Cheek to cheek Eye to ***** Auras pulled and taught, Twisted, Moored and strained, Frayed on the brink - Begging, pleading to sail, To be borne onto nature’s ways. I walked into a room Vacant of life Shoulder to breast creatures Spoke to No One and, only Thought of distant barren shores. Trill and fussy, surrendered Invincibility was ripped asunder. The waves licked the rocks While singing of Disasters looming.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
HOMERIC JOURNIES IN A CROWDED ROOM (Polyphemus Spoke the unheard truth again)
I walked into a room Peopled Their confluence a paisley print Impeccably placed Cheek to cheek Eye to ***** Auras pulled and taught, Twisted, Moored and strained, Frayed on the brink - Begging, pleading to sail, To be borne onto nature’s ways. I walked into a room Vacant of life Shoulder to breast creatures Spoke to No One and, only Thought of distant barren shores. Trill and fussy, surrendered Invincibility was ripped asunder. The waves licked the rocks While singing of Disasters looming.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
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