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Executioner's Eyes
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Executioner's Eyes |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
From afar, my manner may look wise, appearing clear and serene, but surely it’s just lies. Upon stepping closer to a mirror, I gaze into my own eyes, past the blue oceans, which provide a well-hidden guise. It is there that I discern the cause of my own demise, for it's as if I were staring into an executioner's eyes. TkB © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. [This message has been edited by Embers_Before_God (edited 04-14-2001).] |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
We are indeed our own judge and jury, and I hope you case is won! ~*~ I write, therefore I am ~*~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Embers~ I thought about the title a long, long time before I opened this one ... Riveting images of the executioner's hood, with the eye slit, assailed me. I am pleased to have pondered the anticipation of seeing what you had in store .. I enjoyed the way you unwrapped the mirrored reflection. Nicely done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Yes, often we are our own hangman. Very clever, perfect use of rhyme, message and flow~ Take care, Melissa~ |
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