Deep Poetry: Slipping

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Slipping

The roaring sound vibrates silence Another way to run away from the violence Breathing fire and our lips turn blue Chasing the beam of light, so what to do? Turn around to say your slippery words Like my hair falls in place for breaking the chords Ignorance surfs happiness while the sea dances Swinging chairs dig their way through chances Despicable pieces, I pack up and leave my door You infected my heart with venom and left me sore The relief hugs me and splits minds wherever I’d be Your love... Sign in to see full entry.

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