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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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Pine somewhere he had lost his humanity and tears at me past any band of elastic words so silent scream inside my head as I walk the beaches of hot sand dreams are just another type of torture as grass feels cool under my feet in movement and my heart longs for lightening bugs playing a quiet lullaby on a creaking porch the gulf knows no sorrow quite like the smell of crying pines "no darkness has ever been deep enough to extinguish my personal knowledge of love" Anne Rice |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OneSlick~ Oh ... I know that sound and smell ... wonderfully done~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"dreams are just another type of torture as grass feels cool under my feet in movement and my heart longs for lightening bugs playing a quiet lullaby on a creaking porch" Hit a chord with me here. Good poem, Helen. *hugs*....jo |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
as beautiful as always. love "dreams are just another type of torture' very right, lady. beautiful enjoyed. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Your poetry speaks to me when you write from the shores of your Gulf. Your voice is clear and I feel everything you project. love, reg |
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