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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
there is a swelling deep beneath the tissue that the sun scars its rolls in great waves like an unveiling like a red carpet affair searching for an oracle a place to sedate the miles per hour that race in circles as you stand still a home where it can find more than a charter wandering masquerading as the undamaged inverting the abandonment in flight from the words she could never speak from the words that you spoke for her the phrases that drew things to a close alone doesn’t quite identify the state of mind that you are trying not to adhere to but making sense out of anything regarding these matters of the heart these crossed wires and burning fields are better left to poets who are buried inside books and men who live outside the bottle
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Enjoyed the read. Beautifully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
alone doesn’t quite identify the state of mind that you are trying not to adhere to but making sense out of anything regarding these matters of the heart these "crossed wires and burning fields are better left to poets who are buried inside books and men who live outside the bottle" WOW!!! I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful piece of work. quatro |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very cool write |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh no  |
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