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spokin with the board men
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spokin with the board men |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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and I out spokin the strum of a spoke string guitar bending the leather sides of sky ways around my face like cellophane bandages of unhealing when the wind takes my breath away slowly and gives me back the salty spit of cpr laughter I imagine the cobwebs are gypsy girls with empty eyes watching my sounds move their secret linen things so scantily clad over the shadows they hold hallowed and then they lather the lights on to silhouettes with the stiletto iron of dancing shoe moan songs while the sipper birds without wings that lean on their wood grained coated purgatory mantels reciting how lovely windows are instead of highways and how safe the sound of sighing is compared to thunder and then they drift off to folded arm soldiering waiting for the men with boards to make them saintly ___________ daark |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
... you just keep getting better... *sigh* ~Nancy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: A feeling of sadness filters through this exceptional write. Love, Margherita |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms nancy, thanks lady friend _____________ ms mar...not sad...just referring to those who are afraid to ride and afraid to know freedom.. thanks for the ready lady |
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