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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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His words sing to me Sweet torturous song Someone I cannot see Ignites a flame Forgotten so long Envelops me Blanket so soft, warm Exists only in my mind Never really reality Writing from a snow storm And me? You will never find Me, I am not real I am what your dreams hold Tuning pitch of songs feel Whispers in your ear? I am you, so you would be Me, you have been all along. © March 1999 Corinne Bailey |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is unusal but I like it. A bit of a thinker. ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Interesting format, I enjoyed this |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Well done!!  ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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