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Spoken silence Under static glow My lungs crystallize Inhaling fire and ice Deep breaths We spoke in verse Like the prophets Blackened china fish bowl Holds life like solitude I never loved you But I did come to admire you |
sorry, I think I might be becoming a bit more like Freud here in my old age ;-)| Posted on 2009-03-15 00:00:00 | by psyko | [ Reply to This ] | this poem is about a sexual affair without deep feelings, commitments, baggage, or strings right? | | Posted on 2009-03-15 00:00:00 | by psyko | [ Reply to This ] | I really like this, although a part of me hates the end. :) | "My lungs crystallize Inhaling fire and ice" I really like those lines. Good poem! | Posted on 2009-03-14 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] | |