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confusion in my bottle

I take another swig of the bottle
thoughts awhirling through my head
I reach up to grasp one
like a butterfly it slips through my fingertips
mesmerized I gaze at them
unnattainable yet still they hold beauty
my life just a series of these
creating an intricate pattern
grief, despair, hope, love
interwoven silk flowing through my fingertips
one day I will hold the end
everything will fall into place
lay my bottle down
as I meet myself for the first time

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On Tuesday December 26th, 2006, alaskanamber (129) writes:

interesteing interpretation aunty. feel so sad when i squish insects

On Tuesday December 26th, 2006, Aunty Depressant (686) writes:

I laid that bottle down years ago...still discovering things, wondering what to do next.When I try to catch insects I usually squish them:P...sad you think you need to be at the end of your silk to meet you though

On Tuesday December 26th, 2006, -Oz- (174) writes:

alcoholic. (just kidding) bottles can be fun to talk to at times. the liquid inside can sometimes really bring things together. I like this. I like the way it's worded. -Oz

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