Vinyl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about doing nothing yet something.

Submitted: October 16, 2011

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Submitted: October 16, 2011

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It moves and scratches
Like crackling fire
Whispering and shouting
Caressing drums.
Through me like a wave
Shivering downwards
Familiar words and revelations
Of those wiser
Those blessed
Self indulgent pondering
Longing to be more than what I am
It whizzes by my window.


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