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| Dark Poetry #3 |
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Vulnerable Time |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Standing in a vessel, which lies on a cliff of unnerving shrills. I remain a corpse to the coyote’s ringing howl. My body lies evenly touched, as pebbles flake to the ground in an acute trust. I leak my soul, vulnerable to her sweet tune. Corral my feet to an evening applaud, as my fate is as eerie as the smoking gun. Begin shifting those clayed feet, mine falsely uncultured. Find one, who can save me, my fairytale ending, becoming minute by the star. Listen closely, adolescence slowly forgotten. Catch me as I fall, tinkering my senses to a lonely scowl. I desperately scream to a delightful cream pie. Indulging in my soften pillow of savior delight. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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