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Loves move backwards through a skype conversation replayed in my mind. What are we doing anyway? Decompressing? Coming clean? Confessing? Fucking up something beautiful before it can win the pageant and get old? Who cares if life is reckless? A tear fills my eye with the notion that maybe love is still worth while. You; a single word placed in the perfect juxtaposition to a delicate question. Twenty minutes crawl by. All my notions fall from my eyes blinking at the screen. Love moves backwards through our skype conversation replayed in my mind. What were doing anyways?

 

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and here I thought we were being friends

 

partly inspired by Ela Kaca

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/el/poem/923749

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last updated 8 September 2013 - 6:35am
©5 September 2013 - 4:00pm — running_with_rabbits
27 September 2013 - 5:20am — bishu
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Great purging of the mind in your words

Great purging of the mind in your words.

©bishu 

 

27 September 2013 - 6:40am — running_with_rabbits
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:)

thank you Bishu...it is good to hear from you 

Much Love

Ashley

27 September 2013 - 4:09am — Beavis
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;-)

This line just stopped me in my tracks! "a single word placed in the perfect juxtaposition to a delicate question." ;-)

27 September 2013 - 4:15am — running_with_rabbits
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:)

this comment just fixed a very turbulant day :)

Much Love

Ashley