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misanthropology
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since 2004-01-02
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0 posted 2004-01-11 02:16 PM


Last night I dreamt that
I was inside of a burning house
I look around and see no windows
Or doors

Meeting me at every turn were
Walls
and walls
Adorned with crimson vines of wrath

The flurry of falling embers and the fiery gaze of the hydras
Was more than I could bear.
She says that
Last night I struck out in my sleep
And I tell her
It was only the child inside of me
Wrestling with crocodiles.

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iliana
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since 2003-12-05
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1 posted 2004-01-13 01:44 AM


Interesting write -- sounds like a nightmare to me!  What out for those crocodiles!
passing shadows
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displaced
2 posted 2004-01-13 03:29 AM


wow...wishing you more peaceful sleep
JamesMichael
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3 posted 2004-01-13 11:11 PM


Nice writing...James
Saunni
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4 posted 2004-01-14 12:32 PM


You've got that right! I have been there but I surely never knew how to put it into words like you have! This is splendid!

Sauni:)The Only Time I See The Sun Is When I'm Within That Vanilla Breeze.The Only Time I'm One With The Sun Is When He Shelters Me From The Rain.

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5 posted 2004-01-14 11:31 AM


wow...I just love this.  I guess we all have a child inside of us that fights to survive...you put it wonderfully

Failure isn't failure if a lesson from it is learned ~ KS

McLean
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since 2004-01-05
Posts 484
state of marital bliss
6 posted 2004-01-18 07:04 AM


Adorned with crimson vines of wrath


I like that word combination.  When I have an odd or bad dream, I wake with the emotion that was born within sleep.  Takes me a bit to come out of it.  Strange.

McLean

J.Samm
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since 2004-01-12
Posts 415
Iloilo City, Philippines
7 posted 2004-01-18 08:12 AM


"the child inside of me
wrestling with crocodiles"

sounds a lot of fun to me!

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