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Jan 03, 2012
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today
I hope it's not today when the angels come home
where would these faces hide among the streets bent truth
no walk away monuments are waiting for us to stare
and where was I when you sang the rivers red
in the morning and evenings when I dropped the brightest star
— Orphani, Jan 03, 2012
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emogothgirl
14 years 5 months ago
hi orphani
i would love to see this made longer! the last line almost seems like a cliff hanger. also, i stumbled over the third line a little; but that may be just the absence of punctuation. over all, great work.
always,
mag
Nordic cloud
14 years 3 months ago
This is "absurd theatre" I
This is "absurd theatre" I can SEEE it all
and it is such a little gem of a 'happening.'
"streets bent truth"
like that.
Ann.
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