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Evil
Not lover or fighter
rumpled, crumbled
messy and blue
Saturated, wimpy
deflated flat balloon
Whimpering, blubbering
along stone walls
knuckles scratching
a broken record
No fairy dust or moon to
hang my magic
No cliff to scream the
plastic yell held
behind glass eyes
rolling like marbles.
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Permalink Reply by Lorne Johnson on
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Juliette,
An interesting, effective piece. I love the line 'no cliff to scream the plastic yell held behind glass eyes rolling like marbles'.
LJ
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Permalink Reply by Juliette Gillies on
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Thank you Lorne :)
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Permalink Reply by Thomas Kotsonis on
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Wow Juliette! I love it ... Very effective and concise. I feel the pain. Time for the cocoon to break and for you to evolve :-) Great stuff. Cheers
Tom
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