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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597
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day 245 I assumed that I knew what I meant when I wrote those words I looked again and I did not understand We hide from ourselves in our daily hours We duck around our sharpened corners dodging and weaving to avoid our own flying bullets like some kind of trick imagery I turned away from still photography years ago though I didn't know why at the time Perhaps I captured too clearly what was in my hiding and I could not keep it to myself |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sometimes it happens that way just like that |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
I hope I can never do that, honestly. Though I guess I'll never feel accomplished until I do. Ironic. Life sucks. Love the poem. Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
We hide from ourselves in our daily hours We duck around our sharpened corners dodging and weaving to avoid our own flying bullets like some kind of trick imagery sometimes it's best to wear that bullet proof vest and just deal with it...upclose and personal.... Good one |
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