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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
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Come with me, through the twilight hour while the moist dew, flows like teardrops on every dark rose, and sweet flower come take my hand, to the mountain tops The purple fog will weave a web of lust you will be mine, until tomorrow when the kiss of dew, is upon the earths crust then my love for you, will turn to sorrow You will then leave, and go your way but just maybe we, will meet again my lonesome tears, will flow into the bay down the mountain tops, until then As long as the moon, guides the dark shadows I will weave our web of love, like a black widow A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
The purple fog will weave a web of lust I really dig that line. It jumped out at me! A complete whole.(T)  Well done. Christopher |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Thank you Christopher..so glad you enjoyed..  thank you for respondingA poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
A black widow eh! certainly something to watch out for. Another great read here."The heart and soul have no illusion of boundries when friendship is the quest" ~ My Angel. |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Thank you for weaving your name Eagle one..haa.. appreciate your kind words..~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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