By ecologist
Tired, taunted haunted---by echoes reverberations of self within, without everything and nothing perfection --- found in imperfect thoughts, dreams of fake, false reality I am, I was difference of perception or reality past, present, future what is essential all, nothing questions of what or why Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 12:38 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Tired, taunted..."
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"Tired, taunted..." by ecologist
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"The Touch of BreathSlip into meas breathon a winters night... I feel youwrap about me -- touchingall there is to feel ethereal, surrealbeyond sensationI feel you enthrone...yourself in meregality --in..."
"I want to taste your breasts feel them burning beneath my lips in my mouth... to caress them with my tongue...I want to-- feel you beside me in the softness of the morning I want to wake up -- findi..."
"Feel the silence embrace you... in the darkness - waiting for your touch 2:00 am walks along vaulted streets -- cicadas drilling into my sanity finding you, wrapped in me nightmare insanity conformity..."
"Her Smooth, sweet honey...shimmers +floats --on her skinembracing my translucence ... tosilence my haunted nightwith her breathher embrace...fills mewith silvering echoesfrom a fairy tale songheard......"
"(Note this poem is originally written in a converging vortex) Cycling in circles Inside the vortex of my mind ... you will find the echoes of your dreams ---capitulate to these musings and find the ..."
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