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December 25, 2013, 01:06:51 AM |
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Just sharing some poetry...tell me what you think!
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Underneath illusional layering doors because walls cannot open,
I wait, I do, I say I am, that really I am, there.
That truly!
Without worry or spite I'll be there, and Nobody, not even I knew sometimes, just where there was and thus I asked Who.
I sought and I found.
"Tis really you huh,it is you, ya know."
Who knew.
Who knew who I am.
we're all whos and all yous, even Our friends were once whos;
we're all eyes with grim lights above beautiful-stinking everything.
Approaching the steps to the door of steps,
"there is something about Love."
We said and hastily we approached.
The door approaching with every step, it is a moment of blindness there. Where!?
suddenly I am there and you, you are gone.
so I look to the door and I knock.
"Who is it?"
you say,
And you knocked again I did,
"It is me!"
"Who."
"Me!"
Again and again,
"Its me."
And eventually again you saw Who.
You're Who,
thats who.
And the door vanished,
And there stood everything stinking beautiful.
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