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Under the Bridge
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Étouffée The smell of flesh,
and grass,
diesel fumes,
and tears;
feeding strays,
losing way,
swallowing fears,
leaving all that you were
in a Coke bottle
by the railroad tracks,
and knowing that
only twelve people
had a clue.
:) soul mating again I see,
:) soul mating again I see, my poem to come, it invloves docks and a hug and ring throgh the cracks and only three people knowing....
Much Love
Ashley
:-D
Oh! I can't wait!
well done
Excellent poetry.When so few words can mean so much, or create such vivid imagery, you have created an excellent poem, and this is a prime example of exactly that, excellent poetry. I have read several, in addition to this..and this stays true to your style. Very impressive and thought provoking. Well done!
Thank you Sir!
I thought of this as one of those that was me yet wasn't me. some strange formula (I don't speak mathatical at all) just beyond my grasp ;-) it made sense to me, but could I explain it to another?