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poem being washed off

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:iconcgiraldez:
I have no words besides the cliché: EXCELLENT !

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........... Founder and Administrator of ~Autochrome-Lumiere
:icondocsonian:
well cliche or not
greatly appreciated
this building breathes

--
the last shot

in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time


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:iconslpdomain:
this looks like NY
a curtain slightly opened
whats new is lodged
on corners
selling darkness
while
slivers of ice
cut
surfaces--collide
new shadows
provide escape
hints release
on the roof top
a birds a view
of more
then seedy peddlers
pushing pass
the hollowing haunts
of yesterday
many years ago
:iconslpdomain:
i skated
ice skating
eyes skate
to pass
this--
haunting corner
not pleasant
avenue
not now
hells kitchen
brews the taunt
that slid
steve
to delusions
while
i skated
on ice
:iconslpdomain:
gutter tales
never let ya know
whether u'll ride
up or down
:iconslpdomain:
a birds not a view
its to read
a birds eye view
to more
:iconcgiraldez:
you are welcome !

--
........... Founder and Administrator of ~Autochrome-Lumiere
:icondocsonian:
the message is in the bottle,
and the rattles come from the snake

--
the last shot

in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time


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:icondocsonian:
Landskate
across the land
being a 3rd wheel.
nothing left to steal
live in the woods

light the candle
a memorable night

--
the last shot

in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time


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:icondocsonian:
it has that vibe
and seedy peddlers for sure

a slice of a time that was down there


haunts
in the hallowed halls of memory

--
the last shot

in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time


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