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Transmission from an empty room

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It had started to rain.

A fine mist dancing downwards through the sodium light,
mingling with exhaled smoke, a swirl of blues and some off-colored backbeat.
Countless pin pricks burst along my arms.
Cool effervescence from a muted grey sky.

The mist grows heavy and cold, more anxious to be heard, some secret to be told.
But its message is lost in its satiating chill, swept away with all the other lies.
Meaningless words for there is only this and this is not words.

There are no words.

And we cannot hear.


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  1. Nicolle's Avatar
    It gave my a chill on my back when I read it... beautiful... just beautiful writing xxxx
  2. Mister Anderson's Avatar
    [QUOTE=Nicolle;bt9200]It gave my a chill on my back when I read it... beautiful... just beautiful writing xxxx[/QUOTE]

    Thank you Nicolle. I'm happy someone else felt it too :kiss: