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[VertigoRose]

(The goal was to use ten words chosen at random.)


crouch down close
to hear an oily story
press this button
to separate Fact from Fiction

reach out to dark blue space
feeling torque of spinning planets

go hillbilly barefoot
over grass-blade carpet
fibre forensic evidence
on these clothes

exonerate the Sun
of crimes committed
early and hot-tempered


  !heart

[julie]

It was a good night wasn't it....spontaneously.
I'll share my untitled piece too....

When he saw her, his heart was ripped away
with the torque of a jet engine.
Each and every fiber of his being
had been changed, altered.
He could feel that the space between
his atoms were a different color.

For so long,  he had crouched
in the dark corners of his soul
unwilling to display the tenderness
that lurked there.
MAybe t was his hillbilly roots
that made him feel separate, different.

He knew in his bones
it only required something simple,
mundane, ordianry
to bring her towards him.
A lost button, the thread of a story.