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Sunday, 29 January 2012

Interlude.


Spiralling outward from my spine
These waves that tell me
We will shine
As I break from these chains of mine
My limbs help me
To combine
What otherwise would be
An interlude with no harmony.



3 comments:

  1. Really like your stuff. Was just passing through. Great blog. Just one question though - do you write from experience, or is it all fiction?

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  2. It's always a bit of both. Experience leads to ideas and ideas lead to imagination. Some of my posts are products of residual emotion or a direct reaction to an experience, and some of them are stories that my mind happened to think up.
    Thank you. Means a lot that you stopped by =)
    Stay tuned, there's a lot more to come.

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  3. She strode, the hallway
    In to the dark room of conscience
    Her thoughts, drastic
    Echoed with her light steps

    The answer to her question
    Lay scattered on the floor
    The dream, the consequence
    And a door for her lost soul

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