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She's in my mind
By beamish
She's inside me, my brain
My being
I live for those moments of pure incoherent clarity
When she speaks to me in colors
Colors I can't understand
But I am her man
Although we've never meant
She takes me
Places I've dreamed of as a boy
Places I've drawn pictures of on my way to the gallows
Where I'll hang alone for my
sins
and redemption
Along in body, but she will be kissing my mind
As we travel the hi-ways of euphoria's fast lane
No brakes in sight - just more gas and go fast
She will guide me to my place in heaven or lost space
But
I've never meant this angel of mine-vision of lust
Maybe I'll find
her
After my death and escape from this body of waste and lost imagination
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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Friday, July 1, 2016.
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On Saturday, July 2, 2016, dwells
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wrote:
Liked the titular wordplay B and sounds like an excellent childhood friend (we could do worse). Nicely done characterization of an ideal that might forever remain elusive - safer that way. Cheers! - Dan
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On Saturday, July 2, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Yes you are right. Sometimes safer. Thanks for reading and comment
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A former member wrote:
Whoever she is, she seems like quite a guide. What a shame to lose her in death. Good write, and I enjoy that the meaning is versatile for the reader.
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On Friday, July 1, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Not sure we ever really lose someone in death. We just find them elsewhere. Thank you. You might like my writing the witches
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