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Too little...too much
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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
And here I go again.. Lost again within.. this endless cycle, this chantless tune.. my existence as dynamic as the life of the moon Every night different from the last.. Yet every night repeated from the past.. Perhaps too much drink.. perhaps too much smoke.. Perhaps too much.... The shadows..we talk.. the beckon me to ask.. Perhap too little contact.. perhaps too little in touch Perhaps too little... Oh, what a stroke, gutted from the length.. of things I am...not much to lose there Of things I am not..to much to start now.. Too little too much... I envisioned Grand designs I dreampt of perfect choas.. I loved without restraint I was gutted along my length Too little too much...the scar runs deep |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Perfect poem for Dark Passions. It feels desperate and confused. (or was that just me?) Anyway, I can relate. Take care. Sandra |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Hi For Never welcome home *hugs* I see your journey lately has been emotional and hazardous??? I'm sorry hon. Well purge away here in Dark a little soul cleanse can only help. Great descriptions and work as always... Isis *Good will towards all beings is the highest religion* ~Isis~Goddess~~Sovereign of the Spirit~ |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
"I loved without restraint I was gutted along my length Too little too much...the scar runs deep" These three lines say it all. Amazing writing! Take me as I am or watch me as I go |
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