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On the Park Bench
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On the Park Bench |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
It might have been dusk With skies of rust, But she didn’t see or care; There might have been snow From a cold north blow Filling the night air, And if the ice did sting Didn’t feel anything Just still sitting there; The world was drifting by She couldn’t laugh or cry All she did was stare. Gloom |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
reminds me of me on certain days |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, passing shadows, For taking the time to read and comment, Actually It reminds me of me, Most days, But in this case it is someone else Here in the northern cold. Gloom |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Reminds me of the numbness, after a death. Though there are many times I might repeat it, death is the thing that began that, for me. Aches. Well done. Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
This is wonderful Gloom. It is an altered state of which you write. Been there myself a few times. hugs, Chris You said you'd give me light- |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
It is good to see one of your posts again. As others have said, one can feel the ache in this. Perhaps not for the one sitting on the bench, but those watching. As always, you give us something to ponder. miscellanea |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Ah,The Bench,how well I know.Thank you, marty |
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