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Paper Cut-out Dancers
By Efamilia
Feelings turned to words, she wrote
Thoughts no longer silenced, spoke
Things too often left descend
Tears bled from the heart to pen
Of shoulders passing empty halls
Distractions, we pretend, enthral
Little words, “hello†and “soâ€
One to greet, then starts the show
Pantomimes, to pass the time
I’m getting drunk, do you want some lime?
Pretending everything is fine
Maybe so, but it’s just the wine
A ship leaving a breaking shore
I looked back for you, but nothing I saw
A tired show, we’ve come to know
The curtain fell, we just couldn’t tell
Tears bled from the heart to pen
As I read her words
And felt them again
Shaking as I held her note
I don’t write to cope
But somehow
In hope
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© 2007 Efamilia
Published on Wednesday, November 21, 2007.
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On Wednesday, November 21, 2007, Kaleidoscope_Heart
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wrote:
This is deep. Reading this, I think of rehearsed society and vain routine. " the curtain fell, we just couldn't tell." - touching and profound.
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A former member wrote:
i really like how it all goes together. its not confusing at all. lately i been reading poetry that i just dont get. and i dont know if its me or the work.it flows nicely. and i just like how it feels wheni read it.
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On Wednesday, November 21, 2007, Efamilia
(15) wrote:
***This is a follow up to the poem I wrote earlier called "Let the song stop playing" :)
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