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run_out_of_metaphors
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pete
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i whisper, because i can't shout
i wait, because movement would be fatal
i'm caught, and i smile
i lose, and i carry on
between here and there,
in those spaces, lost
and in those waking moments,
i'm found, and i smile
feeling the warmth of dreams
overwhelming the concerns
of these realities
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071021
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pete
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'til a new day of cynicism kick in
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071022
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pete
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snatches of emotions,
closed in thought,
and egged on by a sobriety bought with beer.
simple country tunes sway,
away the night.
a metaphor blossoms,
fades in shades,
and gives back to its plot.
trying to place
here and there,
when location is emotive,
leads me beyond my simple worth
and tears apart the tears
falling from the frozen clouds.
on and on and on.
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071026
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pete
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dripping,
drinking,
and left here alone
cold
and silent
typing to no one who reads,
and happy for that.
a diffidence
a difference
a hope
and a dream
none which make sense,
really.
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071028
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i am the no one
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who reads
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071028
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pete
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trying to see through this triangle
hoping its not a triangle
knowing my desires unfulfillable
and wanting so badly to let them die out
but caught
with them growing
as i continue knowing
her more and more.
laughter and smiles
caught caught caught
wishing to be free
but so happily, tortuously caught.
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071104
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fuffle
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you can't catch icle pish, they swim through theh nets :P
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071104
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