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Contours

Sometimes when the night
crawls upon me
I go out
to look at the people
who's faces have
slipped out
of their contours
slid down
to rest
on collars
features
dripping down
on the
ash grey asphalt
and
under lonely lampposts
everything
fades
into puddles.


© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/9/2014 10:34:00 PM
Wonderful write Gry, blessings to you my friend :) eve
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Date: 11/6/2014 4:45:00 PM
Love the imagery and the flow of your piece, Gry! I can relate to this kind of loneliness sometimes : Cheers! xxx D.
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Gry Christensen
Date: 11/6/2014 6:38:00 PM
Hi Dorian, thank you so much for your kind words. I truly appreciate them as I am under some lack of inspiration these days. All the best, Gry