Funkduder
Posty McPostsALot
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“It’s Something Beautiful (What You Don’t Know)”
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#5
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Ghosts brush past my hair and make conversation
Like people of the wind, a false relation
Shipped me down to the western shores
Away from the Far East seas.
A voice, a laugh, a dream, a cry
A pink-shirted silhouette in the shade
Said to my shock:
“Be gone from this lie!”
And yet I refused because that lie told me
It was “not me, but he.”
And I danced and twirled and through a piece of self out.
It seemed to be beautiful and I lost my doubt.
Seagulls cried and ravens cawed as I turned faster, faster, faster
And when I began to slow, I noticed them to be gone:
Mind, heart, soul, and at the very end, body felt like murmurs
Between the world and me, and I remembered a victim from before.
“Be gone from this lie!”
But now he is no more.
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Posted 06-03-2011, 04:21 AM
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