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Mysterious Girl

deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
edited December 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She had a good taste for lovers

The kind that made her sweat in her dreams

And stir the feelings that crept inside her closets

For days and days to go

She always knew what road to take

The ones with beautiful landscapes

The kinds that made you dream of lives you never had

She always chose the right songs

The one's you sing along to while you drive

The one's that move your insides

And expose you like supernovas

She drove to work on weekends

Because she loved the taste of sadness

She slept on holidays

And ate at midnight

She'd drink at noon

And waited again till Sunday
This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
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  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    I don't know what it is but that is great. particularly this line "She drove to work on weekends because she loved the taste of sadness".
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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