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paperthin.
by Andrew S Adamspaperthin, the
idiosyncracies of
every day life are examined.
yours and mine differ,
but we are connected with a tether
a lifeline that allows us to be
miles apart but still understand
the tension on the rope.
these walls let so much through,
there are holes where the water
has weakened the foundation; damaged
the shelter as a whole.
the purfume of roses and cigarette smoke
these lungs can not sustain this body forever
and these tears of skin from where we
fucked
they will mend, but will anything be the same?
what is anemic is brutally lost;
among the flowers, there are
lovers in the thorns. 10/16/2004 Posted on 10/16/2004
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kenneth Lau on 10/20/04 at 09:16 PM call me weird, but I like how "$#%@ed" gets its own line.
"the purfume of roses and cigarette smoke"
^That is a very interesting smell...made me think about it a lot.
I defintely sensed a harshness in the anemic line. |
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