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Slightest touch ignites. Flames flourish within. Agonising. If I could I would skip to the next obscene moment and re-wind play re-wind play re-wind. I can feel it brewing. Not long now. The next one will make me flutter and not fall. The drought continues.
This is very interesting. I like the ambiguity, and the repetition. I bet this sounds great read out loud. Do you do open mics?
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Lizzie
Thu 18th Aug 2011 12:57
Thanks for you comment, and sorry for the very late reply, only done poetry on here so its kinda new for me, was just trying something different on this one x