...fudged up
no reflections needed
to see the fear
in their eyes
As travel leaves
the hours set
and mark me with
the touch of panic
that is local
in this place
With straight eyes
they press me
into the dark
soft, brutal noises
whisper to my heart
that I'm crazy
making me feel
like the entire world
and all the patients within
never knew as well as I
Reacties op dit gedicht
| promise: | Dinsdag, juni 17, 2003 21:18 |
| mooi, diep verwarrend... xxx |
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| -guardian-angel-: | Dinsdag, juni 17, 2003 18:08 |
| mooi gedichtje.... dikke kus |
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: bevertje | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 juni 2003 | ||
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