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[title] => we believed you would all be gods
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[bodytext] => collected dust of decades warmly grey on every surface
every surface blurred and smeared in soft greys and purples soft rainbows in the dark velvet is the perfect surface for us here we roll in it laughing there's not the pain down here close down to the friendly dirt we thought you'd be gods & we smiled rolling around on this grass or carpet - so many surfaces to collide with & places living just out of sight flowing along see the shadows approaching down the path it's raining it's blistering hot it's grey and sad i saw Jim's dad i saw Duke smiling down here on the window-sill the paint is peeling dark green curls over stripey wood swooshes and the shadows are flashing & we felt you would all be gods in the souls we kept hidden only on our surface on the pale cream of our skins you could tell and the female eyes sometimes and the long hair beneath the beast of beads and the history of dreams getting so high and laughing and all these people brought their dreams unknown they were gods dying to be free so many energetic universes burning bright every moment and movement reborn again and again and palely flowing out the door and bathed in stars the cool wind on us the trees ghostly giants above us we were drunk, high and angelic bumping against infinity skuffling in the dirt in our little blisses believing you would all be gods by now [comments] => 2 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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