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31.08.2006
this like is
This like is greatly dis-tended
To include knotting
What I can’t wonder understanding
Is why it should ever come to tie
Bits, thoughts, memories, hates, clichés
In all but one occurrence,
Welcome me to my frantic excite
I am never going to walk away from
Is it mental! Is it a ritual!
Heaving all this bulk like this
Into this snatchy habit
Can it smile ever again, this lip
When the teeth bares thus in place
This like is greatly mis-tended
We certainly cannot walk away this time
This like is past like
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I know what this is like. This is like the cynic in love, Casanova's shriveled heart brought back to life, the artistry reduced to wonder before pure naive belief. Yes, i know what all this is about...i have something i can never walk away from...even as i stare at it in incredulity...but someone must be able to walk away, surely to remain would be utter madness. it would be utter madness!
Posted by: Mataachi | 21.09.2006
I'm not sure i understood this as you meant it or if i've simply interpreted it as how i feel. A friend told me that when we think we are in love, we see only the things we want to see. And no, my friend was not Percy Sledge. Anyway, i dont think you ever get to walk away. Thats the whole point of the madness. it defies logic and reason.
Suggested listening: "Lauryn Hill's 'ex-factor'."
Posted by: Just rich | 22.09.2006
Sooner or latter the madness wears away and you have all the intentions to walk away. You ahve to attain a higher level of madness called bravery. Its what can help you walk away.
Posted by: waterforest | 12.10.2006
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