Interior

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    In the midst of livin I went down and when night-fall calls I hear the sounds . the sizzle and the fizzle of the world goin round assaults my emotions and I want to be found kind and sharing what I find, like pieces of my mind
    I want to look with wonder at a cloud both my feet against the ground feelin hot from the sun and I'm meltin inside from wantin some when the air weighs a ton and seems to surround all my senses with a dare to care and excavate the rare, no matter where
    In the deep and the loud of a crowd I'm silent as I peek inside to find what cannot hide . a delicate slice of good and all the ways I could do what I should while the world spins round furious and fast and I miss the moment that passed like a lifetime drowned in the midst of livin, of sometimes givin it up to you

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    laurilang5 commented on Interior

    11-19-2009

    This was great! Would love to hear it read aloud, very passionate. Makes me think of New Orleans.. thank you!

    arfin09 commented on Interior

    02-28-2009

    loved this! the way you pull the readers pace faster and faster, and the rhythm shortens, like a train picking up speed. the moments we miss from lookin too hard.

    Phoenix9 commented on Interior

    02-23-2009

    very nice, good imagery

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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