Desperate for cold night air

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By lost the lonely dead •

(subtitled: the way you dance) The pounding throbbing pulse Heavy air hanging about the head Smiles and laughter, lights and music But at first it all was slow Or so it seemed But the room is dark and hazy And then you picked up the pace And danced a stange tune The party over and decorations torn What happened here what was this really? Alas i gasp for the cold night air

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April 6, 2006 03:30Loneliness is condescending

I know this has nothing to do with this poem but for some reason as I was reading this I pictured us in a pen war and it just amused me so. So far I like this one are you going to expanded it all I feel like there might be a line or two missing in there

April 6, 2006 14:09lost the lonely dead

*grins* i guess i could sorta see that but not really...yeah it is sort of incomplete i was sort of wondering what you thought of it, if i find the time ill go back and do something more to it

May 12, 2006 03:21Faith

I like it, but maybe that's because i love dancing and found that you captured the imagery well. Good job!

May 14, 2006 07:58lost the lonely dead

im not much into dancing but the pen war i could handle better but i have some strange feeling that i would fail at either just as brilliantly