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Today it seems that I
Hide among your words
Repeating them like an echo
Without the meaning or the feeling.

I am swelling
Without expelling
My breath.

I suck it in, hold it.
Wait for the footfall of inevitability.
Let it get close to me, brush my failing skin
Before I run.

visible mojo for you LSPE since I can't do it the usual way.

Bravo!

Excellent!

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Wow... that's so.. pertinent right now.

Brava!

Awesome!
:)

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Amazing... you are truly gifted. :snap:

Awesomeness! I love this style. It says so much with so few words. :snap:


ETA - Ack! Don't have time to read your other piece! I swear I'll get to it later today.

I love this piece.

Except the first time I read it, I read "football of inevitability," and it gave me an entirely different image...

With apologies to LSPE:

Today it seems that I
Hide among your hut-hut-hikes
Repeating them like an echo
Without the meaning or the feeling.

I am sprinting
Without catching
My breath.

I suck it up, hold it.
Wait for the football of inevitability.
Let it get close to me, fall in my failing hands
Before I run.