Passions in Prose |
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There was a note on my bed when you left - 3 |
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since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow ![]() |
It is nearly morning, still fairly dark, but a faint light trickles across the sky. The outlines of the trees are apparent. "I love you.. do you love me?" "Of course I do, that's a stupid question. A good question is why am I still awake?" "I'm not sure." "Why are you awake?" "I'll sleep when I'm dead." "That's so cliche of you." "There are words that I hear you say that make me wonder if I really do appreciate your blabbering idiocy. Seriously, saying something is cliche, is cliche. However, in this instance, you're right..but that doesn't make me feel any less insulted." "Insulted? Ha! You know..if sometimes the things I say to you seem incomplete, it's because they are.." "I really do love you." "I know." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Shades of writers... and non-writers... and that's the fact. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I remember this. And still love it. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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