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Mind-singe |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali 
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Piercing luster in bold sighs- I drag my gaze toward fire's side... Forever rings in flame's fierce cry- I only need to burn, to fly... Hot look-echoes, in dark eyes- I sizzle, soft, so hypnotized... Spin into- your mind, this time and plant a seed, I call it "mine"... The singe inside, builds fast on me- I send sweet-melt, so you can see, Wet-blend of us will never cease... Only grow, in shades of "we". Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
When we plant seeds we never know if it will be a healthy one, or lacking some natural ingredient to give it life. The singe you send gives the "we" a chance to grow into a vibrant life, the singe giving it love and absorption against other elements which seek to interfere. May this union grow into maturity. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ack... got a lil too close to the monitor. Probably take a month for my eyebrows to grow back. :P I felt the singe to this... quote:I know the burning you speak of well. With that planted seed, we might just have a full blown conflagration on our hands here. Michael |
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