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Words without import
Are lobbed to and fro
Between us.

Forgotten intrigues
With their spider's web
Snare our hands.

Choked by its clown's mask
And quite dry, my mind
Is crumbling.

Comments:

Nice. Where d you find this?
 
this was hanging from a friends rear-view mirror :) its not as big as it seems here..
 
This is excellent stuff.. it looks more like a painting than a photograph..
 
Are you in love with someone?
Coz, the words points the that.
But nice picture combined with powerful words.
 
@anonymous

Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.


:)
 
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