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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Foul the air, breathing in the nightmare of a one way trip that neither my heart or soul will possibly withstand. A gentle carress of evil transparent after effects, laughing at my souless gaze while I stare at the brillance. This first touch of a million pins, glancing my skin that I may find some solace in how I so desperatly wish to cry. As the stars slowly fade, mine is the enemy of stark reality, and slow my breath, I fall to my knees and weep. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Hello Michael, I think this maybe the first piece of your work I have read... very much enjoyed the read... words from your soul are a treasure! RDB |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 sad stuff here |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Hi Michael G, this poem you share just hugs onto the heart if you know what I mean  Thanx for sharing, as it was indeed a splendid read!*~coco~* |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
sad, but written very well...hello Michael, welcome to PIP |
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