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Old Words |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets 
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Old words simply mimic a craving - to hold memories brought forth, line by line, in black and white dreams. She danced along the candlelit wall, a naked shadow starkly real. Gray eyes regarded mine and the moment simply was - the flame no longer flickered, her shadow a ghost painted black on the wall. In between heart beats, moment by moment in stop-frame memories, I cry old words and dream each black and white dream. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Philip~ You tenderly bring the shadow to life~ There is a poignancy to this that wants to stay with me~ I like it~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This was very Good!!!!!!!!!!! |
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