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Time spill

She chugs glasses of water one by one
like vodka shots.
Coughed up out the dirty windowsill
listening to time,
dripping out the glass.
Just like drums beaten down overtime,
beasts are those beats;
the ones she hears.
The rhythms that drip out,
slowly like wine;
The rhythms of time.

29 Sep 09

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interesting, some nice imagery, a little ambiguous though (or maybe I'm just a retard).
 — joelala

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once...Albert Einstien         &nb sp;         can I pull a leg once in awhile... j.g. smiles
 — goeszon

liked it
 — markfelician

i like it :)
 — SammzBernii