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Tumbling Reeling In a small small room Numbness Feeling In a small small room Time in a broken bottle Doesn't do much Not much In a small small room I left the world today But I'll be back again Back again In a small small room I look for you Trees falling I can hear them all In a small small room No where to run to No place to hide No where to find you No place to look No love for me In a small small room
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As I said before, Fraizer, I REALLY like this poem... The repitition you use for the word 'small' really makes one feel cramped and jammed into a small room...the references you make throughout the poem really exemplify what one feels like when they are trapped and in desperate need of escape... *Morgayn smiles* I finally get the chance to return the compliments. :)
gaaagh! Feels like being on a psych ward- or needing one...Wow! Well done.
*BLUSH* thanx Melly. kami: thanx, that was the feeling I was trying for. Sometimes the confines of your own mind are far worse than any four wals could be. er.."walls"
I agree, Eric. I definately agree. The human mind can definately be confining.
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