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    dots Submission Name: Hangoverdots
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    Author: was_i_ever_real
    ASL Info:    23 _ f _ tx
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 194/91/52
    Words: 90
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsHangoverdots
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    Bottles, bottles, bottles
    As far as the [I] can see...
    and your face at the bottom
    of every
    single
    one.

    Have you ever noticed how Night is suddenly upon you, no matter how hard you pay attention to the lowering sun or the varying shades of darkness? You can never really tell the exact moment when Day turns to Night.

    When Friends turn to love[rs]

    Cascading upwards,
    leaps and bounds
    and pretty faces...
    but always you.

    Within reach but-
    way out of [my] grasp.




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      this is beautiful krystle.
    but i cant really figure out the connection between
    this:

    Bottles, bottles, bottles
    As far as the [I] can see...
    and your face at the bottom
    of every
    single
    one.

    ...and the rest of the poem.

    i mean, i can make a connection between getting drunk and:

    "Within reach but-
    way out of [my] grasp."

    ...but theres obviously something youre not telling me.

    p.s. after seeing all of the poetry that you have posted on this site... i kinda feel robbed.
    well...i dont know if that was the right word 2 use, but i just feel like i should always be the first 2 read ur poetry...even as nerve racking as that can be for you. lol

    -Raziel


    | Posted on 2009-06-12 00:00:00 | by PO3TiKPO1SON | [ Reply to This ]
      yup,hang-overs suck,I usually get all depressed the next morning and I easilly fall into missing certain people certain times etc,but I loved the
    kind of melding of day and night you pick up on,the transition for me after a few nights out becomes very seemless too

    anyway thanks for the read

    -Craig
    | Posted on 2008-09-23 00:00:00 | by Raphael | [ Reply to This ]


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