curious, mental,
sounded whatever
still wen i moved,
very dim, for ever
its dull, to make an end,
and pause, stressed
unused to shine,
rusting the unburnished mess
piled, life on life..
as though, to life, breathe
off one to me,
im just little in all, beneath
time remains little too,
but hour is saved, subtle
more, something, from silence eternal
would double or shuffle
it were a vile,
to bringer, new things
to hoard myself,
store some yellow suns, as siblings
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:-)Remember reading this the first time, when you wrote it....you remember where you were then Diana died, or when the royal wedding will be... I remember this one clearly :-)
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