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Published: 2012-03-07 22:07:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 226; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 5
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The dry paint cracking as my thoughts rumble on,I can't stop running, I don't know where I belong,
So this one thing I need, I end up losing respect for,
And blow all my chances of continuation.
The floodlights flicker as my mind branches out,
Containing the energy while I hold in my shout,
So this singular quality, I allow to fade away,
Even thought I know I wish I hadn't.
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Comments: 10
Michel-le-fou [2012-05-12 08:56:45 +0000 UTC]
I second that. As a short work, it lacks nothing that longer poems would contain.
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IPaintRainbows In reply to Michel-le-fou [2012-05-12 10:46:04 +0000 UTC]
Thank you! It means a lot.
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Michel-le-fou In reply to IPaintRainbows [2012-05-12 11:16:39 +0000 UTC]
Of course. Be happy!
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IPaintRainbows In reply to DaisyLover87 [2012-05-12 10:46:08 +0000 UTC]
Thank you! It means a lot.
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DaisyLover87 In reply to IPaintRainbows [2012-05-12 15:31:09 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome. Anytime! Good to see you back on here.
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IPaintRainbows In reply to DaisyLover87 [2012-05-12 21:17:53 +0000 UTC]
Haha, yes! I've been neglecting my account...
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DaisyLover87 In reply to IPaintRainbows [2012-05-13 14:35:54 +0000 UTC]
Oh, sad; although, I do understand that sometimes life gets busy...I'm only on here a couple times throughout the week myself.
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