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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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Decisions graze my memory, lying in thick smoke; trusted images play a future held lightly with pale string. Swaying, it tickled me creating need and desire, while keeping in bated breath. This was not a prank, these thoughts held possibility, existing in alternate universes not seen by us. In that time, we laughed, loved, grew older into wrinkled skin; executing the past with painted words to little eyes. The fire warm conquered our hearts, giving comfort to these old souls, all uncertain if they would live in this time in these spirits. One gesture with dark pen now caused disaster. Ripping what could have been into thirds, falling needlessly onto my lap. You were there, a lotto ticket four numbers on target, one from the big win. My tear fell when the last ball dropped. My number was 16. Cascading down lighting struck my sanity, as your feet were silent out the door; my images faded into nothing, growing tired of holding on It was so close, brushing the inner side of my mind, I reached out It was gone. You are 17, one away from the real thing |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
the real thing is still out there Page looking for you I love the irony in this... |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you m'lady... I love the irony in life. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Yes, one away. and they whizz past us at a speed greater than that of light or a comet.... And suddenly...we are there! Well done~!~ |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you magnus. Your words are delightful. |
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