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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali 
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Shadowed tears stray down hot- like tiny people fleeing to an open wind, on feathers of deepest black and blue... In a salvaged-somewhere that I cannot grasp- Forever me leaving lonely on the linger and more flee'ers from my eyes.. Can't quite blame them or cowl at cowardice, Might even try 'n' join 'em vowed hand over fist that wish I wish... If only I could shed free of this Self that shadows my salty purge- Never in aide but ever a'watch like a perched crow, head in tilt and silent-sipping. Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh, my, my, but I have been "lonely on the linger" for a large part of my life, devina. Ahhh . . . the last two lines are perfect! ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Been spending too much time in my own "salvaged somewhere." I would bet yours has better decorations.  Michael |
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WindWalker12 Member
since 2009-10-17
Posts 57 |
I can really feel the emotion in this!!!!!!! |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Jerry- those crows do have that undeniable dark draw, ty! Michael- wanna really bet? (curtains man, curtains, 'member  )...'cuz if you count black, charcoal, and deep blue, then I guess the bits of silver would be the brightest in the room! g'sWindWalker12- thank you for your reply and for the read! "...But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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