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geneology New Member
since 2001-02-13
Posts 2 |
Tango Look left.... As i wipe the marble (away from my face) Your butter rum fingers Slip past the light switch And WE can't tell where WE'RE drowning But WE feel it Running down our backs. You lick my fingers Down to home. it pokes me in the center... Flecks of pink Flesh my eyes But i can't keep dancing For your salvation WE'VE all got sandcastles Filling up pur brains. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Welcome to Passions! Please check your e-mail for a special greeting. |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Yes welcome, hope to see more of your writings. Especially like the last two lines. WE'VE all got sandcastles Filling up our brains. Sometimes they do get washed out to sea! |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I too like the last two lines especially and the two preceding those are a major thought for curiosity. Intriguing piece! |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Geneology, Wonderful first post and welcome to passions, I hope you enjoy your stay. Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. We have to be reminded that He exist!" (Writer Unknown) |
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Acies
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
WELCOME TO PASSIONS!!! Interesting first poet seems like you'd definitely fit in keep sharing So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this give life to thee." W.S. |
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