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The See-dling
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The See-dling |
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Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain 
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The See-dling late at night when darkness creeps into my room, draping the walls in ebony and crimson it's the light that went out within my soul that consumes me this is the breeding ground for the demon seed and I wait ... as it lurks and I pray ... as it reaches the grip of fear, the sweat that will lie in a puddle on the sheets these are the fertilizers which feed the roots late at night, when I'm no longer among the living, is when my eyes, will tell you a story "...I am a river in winter, quiet in the eyes of most but deep, swift and full of life to one, lucky enough to fall through the ice. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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ah yes...as you can tell by the time of this reply...I know about these late night (early morning) grapplings all too well. I love when my world is sleeping! Very apt, decriptive work. |
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