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Array ( [sid] => 138077 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Searching [time] => 2007-10-28 00:07:38 [hometext] => You say it's impossbible, and i just ask you 'why'? It's out there and i know it. [bodytext] => ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I heard you were that boy who stole secrets from children
And sold them to the stars
in hopes of absolution.
Someone once told me that you sell the best hope,
Cheap and up-lifting.

So I came to you in search of virtue and you spoke softly, but your words fell around me like autumn –
You stood at the end of the alley with dirt on your shoulders and told me
that I was searching for a whisper in a city of voices.
Impossible.

The air seemed to wrap around you like a second skin,
Bending to fit the contours of your brutal honesty and filling in the places that had broken off.
But it was clear as day, son, that you were searching,
searching for it, too.

Because I heard you were the boy who trusted your innocence to
the birds held in your hands
Tell me, did you cry
when they flew away?
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Searching

Contributed by keilantra on Sunday, 28th October 2007 @ 12:07:38 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I heard you were that boy who stole secrets from children
And sold them to the stars
in hopes of absolution.
Someone once told me that you sell the best hope,
Cheap and up-lifting.

So I came to you in search of virtue and you spoke softly, but your words fell around me like autumn –
You stood at the end of the alley with dirt on your shoulders and told me
that I was searching for a whisper in a city of voices.
Impossible.

The air seemed to wrap around you like a second skin,
Bending to fit the contours of your brutal honesty and filling in the places that had broken off.
But it was clear as day, son, that you were searching,
searching for it, too.

Because I heard you were the boy who trusted your innocence to
the birds held in your hands
Tell me, did you cry
when they flew away?

Copyright Â© keilantra ... [ 2007-10-28 00:07:38]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Searching (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Sunday, 28th October 2007 @ 03:05:01 AM AEST
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I adore this (which, I can only imagine, would come as absolutely no surprise to anyone that has any sort of sense of me whatsoever). This is the sort of write that I couldn't help hold to my chest if I had found it in a book (and it should be in a book), pausing there with it for a time as if trying to press it into me... or me, into it.

You laid this down beautifully. Laid it done in such a way that it lingers in the air just above the page/screen. It floats, kei... the way hope does.

Yes, hun... it is out there.

~Snemmy

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