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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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Where can one go on ice glazed nights except bar hop on temperate rites thaw chilled through bones as the winter looks peaceful as entrails shudder with frost hold those words for warmer times. What of warmer contacts removed from colder nerves they sought passionate encounters preserved in ice packed freezers cracked with efforts to chill out the winter appears whiter the sea steams a heart aches warmer times. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
I guess I didn't entirely get this. then again it could be just me, anyways, the whole bar thing reminds me about something I just posted, I think the world is drunk with ignorance. I also think everyone is somewhat telepathic, lol. but yeah, I definately tried to pay attention to this, I like the language and the flow. cool. later. - River "Stained by the sun, I can see colors...colors of mercy washing over me." - 3 Minutes From Home |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
I too think many are inebriated to the hilt with desires that not only set them as ignorant but also keep them removed from ever acquiring any sense of why we're here and what we can do to make any decent sense of living. It's a sad state we've been in for centuries as long as there are thoughts of conquest and spoils, of self-interest and denial. |
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