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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.
4 comments
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Nice. Where d you find this?
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posted by
Ani
: 12:43 PM
this was hanging from a friends rear-view mirror :) its not as big as it seems here..
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posted by
distantcolors
: 5:08 PM
Are you in love with someone?
Coz, the words points the that.
But nice picture combined with powerful words.
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posted by
Anonymous
: 5:12 PM
@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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posted by
distantcolors
: 7:42 PM
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