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Raul Noriega Junior Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 11 |
Able not to speak, this heart grows weak as if to die courage is meak when demons speak in voices high Forgone bliss of an angel's kiss chamber of doom the things we miss on nights like this my crowded room The blood-stained bed of gardens dead a demon's farce when the things we dread dance in our head leave burning scars a gathering of hauntings play the consequences we must pay for every sin and the day my storms go away will life begin I want to cling to an angel's wings hovering earth witness the things that heaven sings upon my birth |
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January Flowers Member
since 2000-02-01
Posts 209South Carolina |
The structure displayed here is very intriguing. Enjoyed this much.  JF |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
wow this whole poem speaks to me, but the last stanza gave me chills, I wonder if the angels will sing when I too find my rebirthing? great poem |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
I really like this ... I think I'll be back to read it again or two  Rex}<{{{{o> |
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