At the srike of the time-keepers
Gong
Who I was
Is all but gone
Seasoned lines
And well earned gullies
Find the me now
In tick tocks
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10 years ago
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Peals of laughter, Banana peels, Peal of the telephone in a soundless and lonely room. Layers of pain I peel away, as the peal of a car alarm breaks the monotony. Layer after Layer, Peeled away, With the peals of my cup full of tears.
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That is so fucking bad ass! Sorry those where the first thoughts that came to my head, oh yeah except for this one WHOA That's Awesome! Can you make one with my face under a veil, I should have signed up to take classes with you. That would have been too cool. That is that picture of you in that Yellow dress whith that black veil? The one that I blew up for Malea and put it in Black&White?
What is twenty four? What is fourty three? Measuring beauty by numbers, the Gong Strikes one, strikes two, stike three...Beauty is in the eye while the value that one finds in another, from one thing to another, is often weighed in tick tocks tickers. Wine for instance,aged... time has made it's mark on that tall red, yet her value is increasingly more satisfying, bold, and smooth no matter the lines running down like a stream.
Art- It is the sublte imperfecions that are infact what makes it Art and makes it beautiful.
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