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Grex Poetry Item 299: stuff toking
Entered by bumble on Fri Mar 8 09:56:22 UTC 2002:

I 
Catch 
My
Self 
Reminiscing

Vauge longings 
For 
Everything 
That's gone a--way
For all the little bits
For the soft touch 
Rolling like 
Melting ice
Slowly trickling 
Down 
My 
Spine
Feeling fingers 
Prying life
Andwarmthandhope 
From your 
Long dead 
Ca--ress
Feeling life
Feeling like
Caving in
Falling 'til
Falling stops
And the night
Goes
Rush--ing
Out

And
I 
Catch
My
Self
Slowly letting go

3 responses total.

#1 of 3 by morwen on Sat Mar 9 06:31:17 2002:

this was cool.

#2 of 3 by jazz on Sat Mar 9 19:19:59 2002:

        I like it.  I notice there're breaks in the rhythm ... where did that
come from, or what does it mean?

#3 of 3 by bumble on Sun Mar 17 09:36:09 2002:

means nothing, cept im not the best at keeping a rythm <g> thats just 
kinda how it came out

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