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Originally Posted by michelej1
Looking past Stevie's literal explanation about the fire in her house where she had to run around and decide what to take, her cashmere blankets or her cats, I have sometimes compared these words to a relationship. When you're in its throes, you think it's passionate, exciting, all-consuming. But when you step back or it runs its inevitable course, you can see it was just something you rushed into to stave off loneliness. The emotion was not real, but manufactured out of desperation, to fill (feel) a void. There was no real fire burning, no genuine passion, just a soul yearning for love, just a soul crying.
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Michele, your prose explanations of Stevie's "poetry" are consistently more appealing & sensible than their object ... to the point that if we create stanzas out of your posts & add some funky punctuation, we'd get a much better song.
Well, I had to run around
And decide what to take ~~
My cashmere blankets
~*~ Or my cats ~*~
Well, when you step back
Or it runs . . .
Its inevitable course *~*
Well, you can see
It was just something . . .
You rushed into . . .
To stave off loneliness
The emotion ~*~
Was not really real ~*~
Well, it was manufactured . . .
Out of my . . .
OOH . . . desperation ~~