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The way she hurts that way
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The way she hurts that way |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk 
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Clasp on the embroided imagery-- i’ve sewn too well over the years, to know more than my fair shar of pin-pricks. I’ve shot out reason from the brain and replaced it with what-if’s, chances, dreams, and things. Where all fail to amount to the goal-- yet was there really any posts laid in the ground, or was I just aiming for movement in the still-ness of my life? i guess I cannot even answer that myself-- because i’m asking to a mirror, asking to those eyes that stare blankly into me. It is always about the other-- then the self, I mean its not like I placed the spinning wheel on two options and spun and spun and spun till it landed on what I thought was richer, of the two, the only one. But whatever or wherever it lands each leads to another spin some with greater slots, some with prizes that come with special bonus rounds, double or nothing, playing to human nature to change what is perfect and try to double on the happiness. I spoke of misunderstandings I wrote the name across my heart till it scarred and everytime someone ventures their they notice her name. She may feel that I hate her, for she hates me for what I am-- least i’ll say is that I don’t yet i find the words don’t come as easy as the feelings, for the feelings have speeches granded than the words, that words never say. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...james |
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