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The Day
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The Day |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon 
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The day was filled with the bitter scent of too much smoke mixed with the heavy laden upon feel of your hurt. The leaving was hard; the return inevitable the pain expected. It creeps up on me covering me with a fog of memories your eyes, your face your breath, wet heat upon my lips, just before the coupling of soft flesh began back then, back then when we were in love and death wasn't sharing my bed. WhiteRose 07.09.04 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Enjoyed....especially the last part and the rhythm of it. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Oy. Ouch. Painful. Well expressed. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I can feel the pain girl. Awesome write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Curious how memories fill spaces . . . |
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