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A leftover
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A leftover |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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A leftover from a foreign land drapes o'er my body so and moves like one attached to the beauty of true love. It's like I knew to save, protect, and keep it pristine, new, from the demons and the monsters harboured in the mind. When all is still and I'm of mind I hear their frank rebukes but it's easy once, twice, three times, to flick them to the side. But they persist, persist, and the flick grows weak and weaker until claws and teeth are sunken in the overlay of love. It cries, you know, it surely does, pain comes with each attack and the monsters grow in stature in the mind, just in the mind. So it is and so will be until the heart beats fulsome, free, and walks forever proudly me draped with my love of you! Helen / 7 March 2011 |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
What a sweet, sweet write Helen... sweeter then a bunch o honey!  |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I like this Helen Lori |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
read this earlier today but didn't have time to reply...this is an excellent write, but I must confess, it is far too deep for just a casual reading...going back for more |
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