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Walking by the Thames
By Lylani
September sun with winters chill
All the worlds a stage
And I'm here for the thrill
Black cabs
delivery vans
everyone in a rush to nowhere
but me
I'm here for the wind to rosy my cheeks
I'm here for the bored men in suits to give me the eye
as I strut by
I'm here to be part of the rush to nowhere
I got dressed specially for no one in particular
stiletto boots
Silk seemed stockings
little black skirt
Music in my ears
The rhythm of desire
I dance down the embankment
They all see the fire
That makes me alive
An excitement thats inexplicable
In their robotic lives
I'm no one here
A fantasy
An image of desire
Tottering by
Not a real person
I have no hopes
No dreams
No lost loves
Just the wind in my hair
Turning me into Medusa
and these strangers
who embrace me in their anonymity
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© 2008 Lylani
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On Monday, January 19, 2009, Sketso
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wrote:
I can imagine myself parked on a bench, warming my hands by this "fire that makes me alive"... can't say I'd be in a suit, but... :) Amazing write that put me there with you, walking to the same beat.
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On Sunday, October 5, 2008, NeroMatches
(49) wrote:
this reminds me of Murakami splashed with the raw chaos of the 80's in poetic fashion. "i dressed specially for no one in particular" such powerful lines. awesome job.
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