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Itâs getting dark (Other) by Prince of Void But poetry of imagery could fill my sight
Take me for awhile to my own ecstasy
My eyes will drown in shots stand side by side
Each cut cuts the frame of my life
Edited slowly into other side
Making sign of the God in myself
Faded mysteriously overnight
Come back to the scene of
The moment still wonders
And taste the pain and enjoys
They are dissolving
Upon the shade of a eye
Then fading into the light
Itâs getting dark
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Posted: October 13, 2005 5:41 PM PDT; Last modified: October 13, 2005 5:41 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.8814354 Overall Rank: 9965 Comments:
By "poetry of imagery", you can't possibly mean your poetry.
I really don't know what you are trying to say in this poem, sorry.
On a more practical note - I find the 'But' at the beginning quite awkward. 217 view(s)
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"an eye" Unless your making some obscure reference to the movie A.I. which I doubt.