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Little Girl Lost |
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Haskins Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 85Dallas, TX |
Footsteps fall like snowflakes, untraceable, oblique. And she who seeks the needle's kiss- her teeth grind to a primal smile, unclean, precise. Her mouth is pink and wicked tonight. ------------------ William Haskins AKA The Mad Monk http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Hmmm...not sure I understand this one, maybe too deep for my shallow mind |
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Jessey New Member
since 1999-10-06
Posts 3Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
Wow... |
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Haskins Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 85Dallas, TX |
uh-oh... ------------------ William Haskins AKA The Mad Monk http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
I would like to hear more about this, Haskins-it intrigues me. Would you mind explaining (or is that what you're uh-ohing about  )?------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." "Something sweet, something sort of grandish, sweeps my soul when thou art near..." |
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Haskins Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 85Dallas, TX |
she is lost in the chaos of addiction, where lust and pain and degradation intermingle. she trades her flesh to feed her habit. as the footsteps draw near, she undergoes a transformation from addict to whore, but the two have become inseparable. ------------------ William Haskins AKA The Mad Monk http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
Wow....thanks for the explanation Haskins....very profound indeed Sir ------------------ May your days be filled with lots of sunshine and your nights lit up by golden moonbeams |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very powerful, Haskins--I wasn't making the connection between the last lines and the rest of the poem, but now I see it. Thanks for explaining. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." "Something sweet, something sort of grandish, sweeps my soul when thou art near..." |
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