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    dots Submission Name: familiarity...dots
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    Author: trinityfinger
    Elite Ratio:    3.53 - 136/343/209
    Words: 157
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsfamiliarity...dots
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    my
    definition
    of real
    slowly erodes
    into apple-pie
    crumble}


    how to forget
    how to hold onto
    passion and its effects
    its strangulation
    and the way we perceive
    how it's all a pattern
    a reflection
    of how and why
    there is logic and reason
    to

    snap back
    and realise what is true deception
    what is full and pure
    or at least what you make of it all
    when trying to become
    part of a circle
    an interlocking spiral
    of has-been and what-for and why-not
    to all of this confusion
    we settle for

    because
    dreams may be free but the follow-on
    makes destroying oneself
    ever harder
    to eclipse

    {to think upon
    with misplaced anger
    and regret


    12/04/14




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      I don't that this is apple pie crumble real. Perhaps I'm still caught up in Keith's sand piece, but this reads very dry and defeated. You start out by being you. I kept reading to find out your truth, and where the pie ties in. I expected a moment and got stuck in the one seat in the auditorium that skews the view of the stage and you miss half the performance. Then you spin off into the kind of platitudes that already fill Internet oceans and therefore needn't be immortalized here.

    Call me when that pie is ready; there's one slice of real with my name on it.
    | Posted on 2014-05-23 00:00:00 | by blueorchids | [ Reply to This ]
      i really appreciate your book ending start and end and the way it goes in circles and could continue forever should i have the commitment to allow it..

    the opening lines which could also be the closing lines depending where the circle ends bring clarity to my evening. i had the worst night of my life, walked off the court during the third quarter because my "team mates" were being absolute bitches, walked home in the rain crying because i was so hurt by their actions and now im sitting on the sofa wondering whether i made it all up.

    i know i didnt.

    but i also know i am incapable of holding a grudge. that i am too good at looking at things from every angle. that even when stabbed in the back im trying to find the good in people.

    it proved to be a fatal floor tonight. now i look like a sulky baby and a shitty sportsman all at the same time which couldnt be further from the truth.

    ugh. i thought i'd left this rubbish behind in high school..

    anyways...
    snap back somehow reminds me of eminem though i have no firm example to tie it to so maybe ignore that bit but as soon as i read it that was my connotation.

    i really appreciate this piece tonight.
    sorry for the incoherence of my comment.
    its been a while.
    | Posted on 2014-04-15 00:00:00 | by allapo1ogies | [ Reply to This ]


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