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[sid] => 107168
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => a gentle tune to wash away apathy
[time] => 2005-10-05 22:28:57
[hometext] => this is a reissue of one of my old poems with a few changes
[bodytext] => A lento in my head swishes use from my mind 'Are you finding joy in forlorn touch', cooes the tune. Repetition is my answer, repition is the sound. Eyes squeezed disdainfuly, flowers fall from slits. They make absorbing patterns, all who see is barren. This noise falls not on deaf ears, all the unity exists within it. Countless hands in a pose, we're having fun. My ditty lathers common lonesome insanity My private ballroom starts to swirl, the chorus swells. Seeds from a plant spread forth, dancing to it all. Fixations coaxe metallic sounds from their hands On this dancefloor of intoxicated inability Love love, suck suck, kiss kiss (words removed by mod 11) Spiralling out of youth control The brass slowly file out, strings are soon to follow. A janitor mops the remnants away, he whistles a private tune. He dances with the mop, imagining a partner. Never companion lost, but always never found. The ballroom is empty, though always frequented A faint, a gentle tune, to wash away all My seminal smile goes unoticed, nothing profound in that Simple truth, it just isn't apperent. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 61 [informant] => classicfailedhero [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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