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Reaping Yesterday (From The Vault of My Mind)
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Reaping Yesterday (From The Vault of My Mind) |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough 
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You seem to cast a shadow like none I've ever known Before you my soul was here, after you it was gone. Nothing was ever the same for me, after you captured my heart All that remained was an empty person, with a world torn apart. Your's was a game I'd played many times before I should've known I'd lose, just so you could score. Just a little of your time was all I'd ever win For all the nights I cried to sleep grasping inner sin. My assurance of myself was never strong enough for me to know That I should've cast you out, and let your shadow go. All the years gone by, and still I can recall, the ignorant, joyous splendor of that line that made me fall. Today is full of memory, tomorrow I'll move on Reaping yesterday is all that's left, of a time that's all but gone. [This message has been edited by timothysangel1973 (09-01-2003 02:12 PM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
timothysangel1973 This is an excellent write, enjoyed. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Tima~ Very well done... Susan |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Tima . . good for you lady the ignorant, joyous splendor of that line that made me fall. perfect lines just perfect xxoo |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Tima - this is great! Enjoyed. hugs, Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
the times may pass but they live on with us.... memory is a wonderous and terrible thing  |
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