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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali 
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I could touch forever, ~there endless, in those eyes- Sift through edges jaded, wipe clean all those cries: Eradicate the ashes- of each forsaken plight. Blend stains of you inside myself, paint stars into your void- I'm crushing, in soft whispers, as two parts cling, conjoined. I'll stitch lines, of cryptic sanity- slow, 'midst doubtful folds, To force away all bleakness- stand guard t'heart and soul, Be your explicit reason- n'steer you from that hole. Grasp depreciation's bullets, redirection- every one; Face your wounded mirror- without the loaded gun, Temper all seemed madness- of Aphodic sun- Create a course, *Use it, and bask in webs un-spun. Invade your brood, with laughter, save you, to save me too- Inside mind's eye, drip rainbows, sharp-shine to lurid moods. Touch every tragedy encompassed... Pay homage, and not tell- wrap you in a wash of me, I'm warmed, to wear you well. "...But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go... ~Emily Bronte 'The Night is Darkening Around Me' |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
It's rare that I find myself at a loss for words, Tanya... quote: Yet your words seem to do it more and more. *Touched I am by this beautifully rendered gush. Michael |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Just proves that not all silence is a bad thing, ya think?  G'sThis one is important, I am humbled that it reached you! So much gush'n'mush ~T "...But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go... ~Emily Bronte 'The Night is Darkening Around Me' |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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