thinking of you again

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By leon reader

when the fresh moon replaced the tired sun for the night shift, this is when the thought of murder entered my mind. during the last storm, i was counting the distance between the thunder and the lightening, this is when the thought of murder entered my mind. i was alone by a river, listening to its heavy flow, falling into a dream, forgetting why anything mattered and wandering through the corridors of my own disillusioned mind, i tell you, there was murder in them halls, behind those doors, from the en-suite bedrooms, under the bed sheets, through the foyer and down to reception, the only thing received was disguised as redemption.

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May 17, 2009 21:16Your Everlasting

This is a good poem and thanks for the coment.Yeah,I am cool,thanks.

May 29, 2011 18:26Unintended

:)