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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
It’s a minute through A defiant moment, An air so rich, So surreal, As if raspberry seas Could swing their thighs Around the moons reign, And I could remember What she wrote, But could never reveal the words. As if my tongue sat twisted, Twisted with angst, Where knots became doubts, As the loudest shriek became My quietest pain. It is words that trip With the shovel of the night, And a stare that never Dares to become more Than that, Just a stare, And a night alone With the evening creeks. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"As if raspberry seas Could swing their thighs Around the moons reign," ~ So poetic!!! "As the loudest shriek became My quietest pain." ~ I believe I understand what you're saying ~ and feeling ~ here.  EA |
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