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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
On ghostly shoulders he bears his burden treading silently through the windy vale Thinking of his past on this day of regret blades rusted from reaping pools deep and red he turns slowly creaping from the image in his head leaving widows weaping over fields of the dead |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
James, Well done, enjoyed |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Thought provoking and chilling. Enjoyed. ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
has a soft, translucent touch. (oh, spell: weeping, creeping)  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is a haunting image. I got a sense of a victor of battle that felt no joy in that. Very interesting piece here...enjoyed this much!!! |
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Twilight Myst Member
since 2001-10-04
Posts 58Just A Myst At Twilight |
Oh my golly, such wonderful writing, but made me feel terribly sad, James!! Chilling this one is... |
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