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Sweated
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Sweated With each step I take gingerly trying to buffer the ache that rises to the surface from soiled thoughts, from those never to meet up with me as I count the days numbering four, working towards doubling that and become a champion of my own records. Today's heat enducement has brought me to my knees, lain me down to sleep off whatever it is the mind does not wish to connect, leaving me open to the negative air that surrounds. Not even the coolness of satin sheets can escape the twists and turns that mock me as the pain continues to rock me in a rhythm no lullaby can match. But time passes, and this day is still here glistening me still, in a sweat that knows no coolness to pleasure me... and I, I invite that storm to turn my way, rain on this protest of a parade that this day has turned into. Bring the force of its winds to whip up a swirl to envelop me and take away the dampness that leaves me so limp... M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, damn those twisted sheets, even satin... hmm, hope the day progresses more evenly for you |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
chock full of metaphors. Where is the fan when you need one... You write a ton M. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sadness here but still a bit of hope too |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
" count the days numbering four, working towards doubling that and become a champion of my own records." We just walk through the pain. Hugs.  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I don't know if the fans would really have mattered..so many days in a row of heat and humidity and me...like a dishrag *s M |
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