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Unchained (by Dean Thole)
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Pardon me while I cease to stand
on my own two feet.
Catch me, should I fall into
the crevasse.
Silent travels
seeking response.
Caress the feather bed,
a stone at sunset.
Stones have more features
than you-
Yet you're more attractive
than the stone...
Catch a twinkle in the eye
as I speak these somethings.
Duplicity of meaning
interpret as you will.
The artist who hated you best
airbrushed gray a canvas.
Billowing, cloudy effect
was more than you felt.
A show of sympathy,
sale of sadness,
the new Picasso
Lucid thoughts
eliciting tepid reactions...
Should it be so trying
to stand and swallow
lifes spoonful of the recommended dosage?
Scantily clad emotions
spill like a river
through mountains of strife
to a delta of beauty.
I rise in the water,
arms outstretched
in the silver spray of today
So pardon me
if I walk away from it all,
fingers touching the sun.
A backwards glance
catches the tear in your eye.
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