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Addictions |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Addictions I await the sun, its fingers playing softly against my skin tempting the warmth to rise, attempting to soothe the worn. I press and fold my yesterdays, stacks of memories lost in time with a tear following my lead wondering if loneliness is my blessing. I surrender to the truth my mind in tease, lending itself to the moment, feeling free. I press on, meandering the future twisting my dreams into an infinity of loving, for I am ... an addict of the unknown. 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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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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bslicker 
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
me 2!!!! bernie  A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. |
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Cloud 9 Senior Member
since 2004-11-05
Posts 980Ca |
Me three!!! I am knowing this too well. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MzWynterBliss~ 'I press and fold my yesterdays' I'm just pressing and folding laundry ... and here you are with stacks and stacks of beautifully folded words~ ENVY !!! *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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