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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa 
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The atmosphere is H E A V Y now that your work has been done It's ripe with the scent of salt and metal of tears and blood And I FEAR... Fear that nothing will be sacred again that I will never be the same again My ears have been pierced and sounds utterly RUINED everyone rings tinny and false My once gentle heart has become BRINY and unyielding each beat pumps sea water through my veins and into my soul... And in all things... you've proven to be a FIREBRAND At once thorough and concise SCORCH and salt the earth beneath my feet so it won’t heal once you’re gone I’m all twists and turns all spun about with BLURRED lines and confused boundaries You've SPOILED the way I see the world... you within it... and what that represents Pity... I never saw it coming... though perhaps... I should have... I used to know it all so well I cared, BELIEVED, understood. But everything is different now... the air... the sounds... the earth... the view... All of the world ME... and the way I see YOU. [This message has been edited by MorningStar (04-20-2011 09:09 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Powerful write, dear Aenea. Things are in constant change, but please go on to believe! Never allow anyone to shorten your enthusiasm of life and youth. Every day is a new beginning! Love, Margherita  "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
Thank you Marherita! Sometimes people can really blindside you... But in the end, if I've learned something valueable - then I think I'll be alright. If I don't say it...who will? |
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