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[title] => The Unforgettable Fray
[time] => 2015-05-12 08:42:53
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[bodytext] => I put on my favourite shirt to the best of my ability fastidiously pleated over frowning wrinkles and brown grimacing stains I put on my favourite shirt, slipped it over my mussed, tousled head concealing bristling nerves all frazzled electrified a million watts over high voltage anxiety I put on my favourite shirt, then I danced into the madding, gladdening fray In I glided like a brittle leaf getting caught in a carefree wind a shriveled up leaf given a new lease of life a drunkard on his second wind I let out the most feeble, insignificant squeal its tenuous pitch striking keys into the great, quivering instrument of the dark intermittently lit up by flashes of light from black to bright I catch two gazes - one's adoring another appalling from night to neon flight hovering precariously my shouts exploded like a fiesta of fireworks into the rowdy night I twirled, I turned, I pirouetted, I slid cloth snagged my favourite shirt frayed unravelling so beautifully as I pranced, I spun, like a whirling dervish devoutly debauched I fell, got scraped something seared but in that moment, not an iota of fear I watched the sky turn paler losing its lustrous ebony sheen smudging out the brilliant sparks that so marvelously and wickedly gleamed And so the sky turned ebony to blinding ivory like a lady, pursed lips, applying a layer of foundation over the transgressions of the night sins for the abashed delights for the glistening, preening players Under that sage, exacting glow of that fiery ball orb of sun, I see my favourite shirt had come gloriously undone I pull my favourite shirt over my splotchy, bruised back over my chafed tarnished elbows over my lank, dank hair There are holes to be patched over threads to stitch together In the morning light filtered soft and gentle through sheer curtains I see my favourite shirt lying sweat-sodden in a crumpled pile Bit by bit, I'm sure I'll mend it back into an acceptable almost respectable state but for now I'll wriggle under the covers bare drifting a lost, unfocused spark For now all i want is to rejoin the marvel that is the fray. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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