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the nights unforgiving past
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the nights unforgiving past |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
A skinless tide wrapped around the islands sand placed between wind and fire Her skin folded into another crevasse and even if the heart sold its shape it was the sound of a silent road that kept them going until she felt his hand under her skirt and his eyes seemed to wonder if she could ever seem to look at him the way they she used to when they were young The skinless stranger her hips dipped so the front naval of her skin could feel the in-debt of her quiet quiver skinless night where the scent of a stranger became the scent of the wind and when she would crawl back into bed a long prayer from the inside of the walls would leave little phrases from past generations into her ears, down through the long winded hallway where her parents use to sleep and, she, like the sides of the road with their sheepish cracks mirrored her soft wrinkles of a young woman's once soft skin. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your first verse really drew me in. The scene depicts those first feelings of intimacy before it catches fire and burns ever so hot and heavy. But the warm embers that are left is what truly brings warmth to our days... so there you have it, my interpretation...but there is nothing like your first verse. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Blues- Happy you enjoyed the first verse so much....Always a pleasure to read your comments. Hope you're doing well. Cheers Tomer |
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