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Touching time

by winniss

Member since 2007 · Posted 2 Jul 2008 · 2 comments

I had a feeling today, a wind swept whisper that drifted away, the smell of flowers on a warm summers day. She touched me forever and then went away. I see her in the shadows that run with the night, I feel her in the heavens that glisten with light. I soar upon the memories that tingle with in. I die with the words of what could have been.

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[0] SupremeDreamer 9-Jul-08/10:24 PM Reply
Your topic is completely dissassociated from your poem. There is no relation. That aside? Your poem started horribly and ended in the mental gutter of Freuds cigar cellar. Pimple... night... light... if you don't have love, mofo, go get a motherfucking NIGHTLIGHT.

Zero.
[0] SupremeDreamer 9-Jul-08/10:26 PM Reply
PS: This poem should have been titled:

"Touching myself artistically on crack and mexican viagra."