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Jan 20, 2008
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Sensory Deprivation Flirtation
"You speak to me in radio-waves,
in transmissions cracked asunder
by intermittent storms and thunder,
but I'm just one of your fashion-slaves
and I never see you.
You come to me in limousines
but, high above you, jet-planes roar
just when you're speeding to my door,
looking like you do in magazines,
and I still don't hear you.
You open a door behind me
but lightning kills electricity
and you stand there in obscurity,
wondering how you'll ever find me,
and somehow I can feel you here."
— nancyames, Jan 20, 2008
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IKnowNoBox
18 years 6 months ago
stactic from the red carpet
nancyames
18 years 6 months ago
reply to comment from Dabbler
IKnowNoBox
18 years 6 months ago
There are stars that do it for them selves and stars
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