this was my poem (:
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(My) Viva la vida
Screaming feet, canape breath,
Moments captured between whispers.
Having dreamt every moment over,
Enter bright lights and
Wild dreams.
Hush hush - once more, with feeling.
Profoundly alone in a room of strangers
Of webbed relationships
Lost memories and the
Utter desperation...
The utter desperation to be heard.
Comfort, conversations.
People, parallaxes.
Metro stations,
Across city spaces,
I'm still trying to find the thing that means the same.
Different air, different colours,
Different priorities, different ardours.
Screaming feet, caffeine-filled breath.
Moments captured between whispers.
Almost - just almost -
The same.
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