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His stomach twisted as he turned towards his window.
The window looked at him and sighed as it started to break.
Why are you breaking?, he responded with a low voice.
Because your reality is a bit dorment, you need to
understand that it is always midnight in there.
He understood what he meant, so he drew the spider
out of his mouth and kissed it.
Are you not going to turn into a burning flame yet?,
he asked the spider as it crawled away.
Could you not bite me first at least?,
The spider did not react as it faded into the shadows.
He looked back at the window, What am I going to do now?
Listen to the wind and the trees, and again it is still
midnight over there, is it not?
I hope you are right window, I really do.
The window broke, and he looked up at the sky, waiting for
dawn to arrive.
- by Anzthuniel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/05/2010 |
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- Title: Feathers
- Artist: Anzthuniel
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Description:
A poem I made out of my own emotions,
cliché, isn't it?
Interpret it how you want. - Date: 09/05/2010
- Tags: feathers
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