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by Poet on the Piano Jan 5, 2013 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The notice before me is a parasite, no longer matter that I'm musing over but physical pain to the corners of every one of my arteries. I was listening to silence although how can one be attentive to it- now I'm following KT Tunstall's Scottish accent and wanting to be amazed. Most of those questions on that blase, overcrowded paper will require two paragraph answers, each, and I'm just not ready forself-sufficiency. And it'd be tempting... if I could crawl out of my skin and become anything but this trance.Written 1/5/2013 at 2:55 pm.
by Yakari Gabriel
That ending...