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inked wounds |
IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
my nails, laden with unfinished words of the forgotten rusted the pen and i spared his sanity with the taste of epiphanies, golden rimmed grace one incomprehensible secret lies on the table between our fingers, stirred with cream and sugar, both cups too chipped for recognition we dare ourselves to read languages existing within eyes, fashion your belief and i will heal you linguistic stain and all simply, said, survive it's the lust that feeds skin delicate little tendencies it's the sin that damns saints, uncolored blue and subconsciously inked wounds bearing resemblance deep in nevermores like rain it saturates. crystal seeps under my nails, and here we are again. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
WOW! Just Wow! The imagery in this is fabulous. Into my library it goes. Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
and here we are again yeah |
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DawnG
since 2000-06-23
Posts 1494United States |
This is very deep. Great poem. thanks for sharing. Dawn |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
subconsciously inked wounds bearing resemblance deep in nevermores like rain awesome work here nice lines |
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