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1:11..........................................a..........................m

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2014-05-20 01:16

Vertebrae
suspense
twisting like a bandage

your voice
buried in sleep
escapes with its key
unclasping locks

hushing forth
a moist jaunt

while further
farther the giant dream
stirs
and black mice
chase freedoms
frieze
down a mazes mirth

romance
dripped throttled flame
drown molten
amused

dead flowers
and day old
smiles
limp in the
mirrors
lucid
lure

..

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

Comments

Seren

Tue, 2014-05-20 09:38

Seren's picture

I...was...here, and left a small part of myself behind, this one spoke to me hun

wow...

nice to read you again

love Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

emeka ozurumba

Fri, 2014-05-23 05:58

emeka ozurumba's picture

good use of imagery like in verse 1 describing a lack of sleep

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