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Rebecca Stansfield


How is around in mind,
the how of enormous of timings,
in this that so crude of telling lies,
and telling of OUR feelings.

The rising budding of the noise,
so ringing in your ear,
is a how of knocking down,
bulletins of water tears.

The sighing of the help not there,
a battered crying mind,
what is a tear, a tear dripping,
a watered watery crime.

The drip behind, the dropp in-front,
what a typical line,
that's budding the sounds of WHO's AND WHY's,
making the dripping, dropping sounds!

Submitted: Friday, November 04, 2011

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