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Red,Like your lips on my neck-
Little demons
Feasting on my skin.
Forgotten rhythms
On a dim lit ceiling,
Lulled by fears
I'm too weak to thrash.
On a moon washed bay,
Inside a dream
Of a distant past,
I slide through decline.
Woven into secrets
Born in dreary nights,
I drip through your eyes,
Terrified of days to come.
(4/2006)
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Comments: 13
nickandrik [2009-06-16 00:31:07 +0000 UTC]
Τελικά τα ανδρείκελα δεν χρειάζονται απαραίτητα αυτοκίνητο για να πάρουν φόρα και να χτυπήσουν στον τοίχο
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simonjanes [2009-04-29 16:04:40 +0000 UTC]
This is wonderful, you niled the vib on this propa
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PeriplanwmenosSkylos [2009-04-29 09:43:11 +0000 UTC]
there should be a way to double fave something.
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spoems [2009-04-29 01:08:14 +0000 UTC]
"Forgotten rhythms
On a dim lit ceiling"
i feel it: the yearn for the sharp ecstasy of yesterday, dull disappointment in the current rendition.
one of your better image/poem combinations.
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