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    dots Submission Name: conversations #14dots

    Author: blackbird
    ASL Info:    31/male/reykjavik iceland
    Elite Ratio:    2.35 - 194/328/300
    Words: 98
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    dotsconversations #14dots

    who are you looking at

    (when i hear whispers

    through the wall)

    with such sad eyes

    (i know that my demons

    are close by)

    my dear?

    when you look at me

    (i turn away because) i know how

    (i can never) loving you

    (leave this town) so easily

    (in my heart.)

    and simply

    (i'll stay until it) would be difficult

    and (becomes quiet.)

    always forever real to me.

    Submitted on 2011-01-28 17:14:14     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    My family is deeply rooted here. If my mother had told my father (& he loves her to no end) that she had to give up his land, he would've responded something like your poem here. As much as he loves my mother & as much as he's suffered over vines & soil, he couldn't leave the land. & even I have this way of coming back, always coming back, & it's like I can't actually leave. There are memories everywhere & sometimes they haunt me. I love the feeling of walking down a street I don't know where some memory isn't going to jump out from the next corner & bite me, not that all of them bite. Some memories are lovely & wonderful, but the good comes with the bad. There's no breaking up that marriage. I don't think I could ever be completely free of my roots, basically, or any of us, for that matter. It is best to just be honest about it.

    This is me responding to this conversation, it has this underlying feeling of though I love you, I am already committed to something, & such commitments are always of the flesh variety & can't be dissuaded.
    | Posted on 2011-01-31 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ]

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