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Where the heart isn't |
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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
It came to me one shadowed day.. How the intreped one stay away... when insides rot in pain.. the this love burns today.. when alone..all thing seems strange.. and glazed set eyes refuse to see.. Of the shadow ...which is me?... am I a man... all that you view.. am I a thought.. Ideas I spew.. could I not be less than along too? no not he whom I abused... I hid him to deep..to deep to see the light.. and now he is blind.. no compasion will he find.. I lost him within myself.. or... did I lose me inside myself? This isn't truth.. or a field of lies... it is just what happens... when one own heart dies... Edward A. Beerman 12-24-99 For a fateful night of passion, since my heart need one last vent, I believe I am willing to pay that black widows rent... |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
For Never, hon your heart and soul haven't died. I saw them, I shared with them, they are there honey, they are just being reclusive. Miss you, hope to catch up again soon. Merry Christmas  Wonderfully written piece btw..Reach inside your heart, that is the greatest gift you can bestow. Merry Christmas.. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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