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Last Night |
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click1 Member
since 2003-03-25
Posts 152usa |
Dreams, like toys, left by a child, sun bleached, in the back yard. Friends, hopes, often dim, visited again, memory's narrow hallways. Lost, lovers kisses, young embrace, forgotten tastes, of stolen time. Thoughts, like nails, in the flesh, of a coffin, lock us in. Words, like coins, lightly tossed, in a fountin, past recall. Prmosises, made, but not kept, like distant thunder, on a dry summers eve'. Click |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Very nice, liked the flow and set-up. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
cool imagery.. i like. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Jason . . ahh the ghosts visit me often too, these are amazing lines friend: Thoughts, like nails, in the flesh, of a coffin, lock us in. Yes they do xxoo (check your spelling, k?) |
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Dark Kisses Member
since 2001-06-24
Posts 364Flat lands of Kansas |
Very nice to read you again also  dkw A friend, like a candle, is most needed in the darkness. |
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