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    dots Submission Name: Despond do not Responddots
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    Author: expiring_touch
    ASL Info:    30/f/Hamburg
    Elite Ratio:    3.95 - 139/254/170
    Words: 35
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsDespond do not Responddots
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    Hush as I watch my forefinger, and feel the world
    Fold into focus on its tip. For all I know, there might
    Be a God sitting there, legs crossed, pipe-smoking
    And outnumbered.




    Submitted on 2012-08-02 09:43:45     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      :) Brilliant! Especially the last line. I really like your stuff!
    | Posted on 2012-09-16 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ]
      I want some of whatever you are smoking pls. For a moment there I felt the need to sit on your finger too. However I am sure
    I would find it hard to keep a pipe lit. In fact I imagine it would be hard um to think while sitting on your finger. However I am sure I would have only the purest thoughts while so perched.
    | Posted on 2012-08-04 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]
      Could be... could be. The pipe is a nice touch.

    Lloyd
    | Posted on 2012-08-03 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      it reminds me of that phrase..."having the world at our fingertips"

    and there is God...looking at the world he made...smoking his pipe and pondering what has become of it...and outnumbered...now there is no going back...it has all gotten out of hand, out of his hands...

    it has gotten away from him...so he sits and observes..

    it is up to us now.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2012-08-03 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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