Wired
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Bring your chaos and catharsis,
seep into my blood stream,
sinew, and bone.

My anger rakes your body;
you don’t cry out.
Inside mine, your heart is tired.

I am wired, my sparks fly.
Your fire sears my nostalgia.
Allow me to come undone.

Red eyes gaze upon the ruins-
Embers burning everywhere.
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#2
You imply then deliver, imply then deliver. There is a codependence or a symbiosis between these two. There is friction and passion. I like how the perspectives play off of one another, and as always I like your evocative phrasing.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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(03-19-2013, 12:48 PM)Todd Wrote:  You imply then deliver, imply then deliver. There is a codependence or a symbiosis between these two. There is friction and passion. I like how the perspectives play off of one another, and as always I like your evocative phrasing.

Hi Todd, thanks so much for reading and the insightful (as always) comments. Have a wonderful day!
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