Here we go once again: better to start back at the beginning
Remember those days and nights filled with the glamour
When I locked our looks together I saw a door swing open
To reveal another door but not matter I was ready to stumble
Over the threshold with you on my shoulder a wonder
To marvel at vision shared doubled with intensity revelation
Of another more expansive world drenched in vivid colour
All the senses overloaded hyper stimulated the slightest
Glance of hand against the gold glimmering skin overwhelmed
Leading me to groan inside whenever I heard you gasp
Because I have always known how to ultimately disappoint
I learned over the years to savour the bitter fruits of betrayal
All the best movies have a noir ending when the credits roll
So this is us omega over and out amen: until the very next time
cakeordeathsite 
This is such a deep and emotive poem. So beautifully written, I hardly know how to express the impression it left with me. One of your finest Mr Cake.
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Thank you Miss Heart. The lack of punctuation maybe a little breathless but hopefully it flows.
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from start to ending, your music choice Threads highly affecting.
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The album Third, from which it is taken is unremittingly bleak. Needless to say I approve highly.
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I’m a fan of Portishead, I hadn’t heard this song before , I felt rather voyeuristic Listening to these lyrics.
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I like the first album a lot, but Third is a masterpiece. Silence, The Rip, We Carry On and Threads are all excellent. Ms Orton is not a good mood at all, she would be offended at the mere suggestion of anything approaching happiness.
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Such an amazing and unique voice.
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Indeed brilliant.
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I love each idyllic line. A masterful artwork in strokes of words.
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Thank you Watt. A longer line than usual but I am glad it is effective.
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The opening image just perfectly sets the mood. I love that film. It has elements of ‘this time will be different’ only to conclude with the inevitable disappointment. Absolutely superb writing.
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You know me and Noir, in my imagination it is always night and always raining. Thank you for the absolutely superb writing, you are too kind.
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Just honest. Night and raining beats sunshine and rainbows any old time
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My aesthetic in a bottle.
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So dark, between closed doors, I know the feeling.
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Thank you I am glad that my poem struck a chord and you know I like the dark behind closed doors.
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