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Published: 2006-03-16 18:11:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 113; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 8
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the bittersweet tang of coffeeat the back of my throat;
sharp, round and choking, like
breathing salt.
the sweet air, standing static
like carbon fibre.
steel so soft just moments before
[though a warm wooden box becomes hotter
when chemicals react].
gentle tensions release springs,
piston pumping exhortations.
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Comments: 2
AlienDonkey In reply to mgdeath5 [2006-03-20 19:25:20 +0000 UTC]
thanks.
isn't it weird that you come downstairs and suddenly an argument has been in full flow for about half an hour? and you never know who's in the right or even if there is a right or wrong side at all...
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