There's rain on the page, you take place on stage
I read and direct, you act and progress
Lights have pierced the fog, I see you fall
Reminding me of Androcles and the lion.
There are words on your lips, that echo through the hall
Your feet against the floor, stir baroquian beats
Piano notes in vents, sing forth and regress
With tragedy in every parting breath.
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Mm, i like this. When i started reading it, i didn't think i would, but then it has a lot of really good imagery, and it was pretty, in a sad way.
Run. On. Sentance.
Ooh, idea for a band name? "Run on, sentance." haha.
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