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The Onslaught
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The Onslaught |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon 
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Sometimes I cower at the onslaught, the barrage of words wanting to be heard, screaming out of my brain. It's something I can't tame. I've tried to push the visions back, still with words I am attacked the secrets of a heart, that demand an audience. Not always making sense, but able to be deciphered by those minded well enough. Yet, I wish only to tell of love, not always saved, not always free certainly never here with me, though... I gave away my heart, you must admit that is a start... Still, it came back broken, not worthy to be written of, or spoken of, why write a life that's lacking love... The words they still assail, Again I'm forced to tell the tale. WhiteRose 2/21/03 __________________________ |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Anne, this is a sad heartbeat I'm hearing. Let your words pour out the pain. |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
You do 'dark' so well, I sincerely hope that your writing is from your imagination and not from your life. Always an interesting read from you. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
 You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Anne: you still shine in the night . . . xxoo |
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