Locked Doors, But Then Again Not Really.A Poem by demuremindsSo quiet, reserved, overlooked, tattered unknown body, mind, secrets, soul. Nevertheless, the details still trace through an unexpressive face, giving it all out, but nobody looks long enough. Eyes growing tired of accumulation, all the elucidation drained from elsewhere, and painted there, but everyone is too exhausted to find meaning in a distant gaze, the haze clouding their eyes influencing every interpretation the wrong way. Peepholes, heeding caution at an extraneous throng of conscience, left searching for substance, the sweet disposition conceals a starless night because everybody just wants a blue sky. © 2012 demuremindsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 8, 2012 Last Updated on August 8, 2012 AuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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