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Tomer
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since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2007-09-17 01:06 AM


It’s a minute through
A defiant moment,
An air so rich,
So surreal,
As if raspberry seas
Could swing their thighs
Around the moons reign,

And I could remember
What she wrote,
But could never reveal the words.

As if my tongue sat twisted,
Twisted with angst,
Where knots became doubts,
As the loudest shriek became
My quietest pain.

It is words that trip
With the shovel of the night,
And a stare that never
Dares to become more
Than that,
Just a stare,
And a night alone
With the evening creeks.

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Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215
Realms of Light
1 posted 2007-09-17 01:17 AM


"As if raspberry seas
Could swing their thighs
Around the moons reign,"

~ So poetic!!!

"As the loudest shriek became
My quietest pain."

~ I believe I understand what you're saying ~ and feeling ~ here.


EA


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