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Revolving Door
By asailorsangel
Concurrent with the reality
that surrounds us
we dodge the
swinging pendulum of time
We walk the worn path
with tired feet and the
broken pieces of our
hearts
In search of the unknown
with our safe places
in tow and our souls
dangling on the chains
Around and around
in life's revolving
door only for it to
spit us out
In the same place
just to watch us
start all over
again......
Concurrent with the reality
that surrounds us
we dodge the
swinging pendulum of time
RT03~
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Copyright 2003 asailorsangel
Published on Thursday, August 7, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Revolving Door"
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On Friday, September 5, 2003, eternal despair
(66)
wrote:
0o0o0o0o00o yet another good write, ill be sure to keep up with ur work, well done. †Chérie†
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A former member wrote:
I really liked the second and third to last stanzas. Nothing seems more frustrating than "square one". ~Urban Shipwreck~
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A former member wrote:
The refreshing things about your poems are they are not like a lot of the others on this site, full of o' poop, you write with a great sense of what the world is. I respect that. I think what I said made sense too?
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A former member wrote:
Great poem. One question, though, does the dick silence the mouth, or does the mouth keep the dick in Sunday School for all of eternity?
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On Friday, August 29, 2003, asailorsangel
(34) wrote:
Depends come over here and let me see your mouth because with one like that I doubt your allowed in Sunday School =) thx for the comment....
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On Thursday, August 7, 2003, Six-Out
(1423) wrote:
Heh, you and your dicks.
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