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Foreign Land |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Do you ever feel like me? gravel groveling beneath callouses on padded feet... have you never felt my need? Is there something calling you? Tell me something I can do. Play three chords and sing my blues, Light the spark. Sing me to sleep. Fingers linger--hair entwined... enwrapped--I can't believe you're mine. I taste of water turned to wine with but the thought of you in me. Each prayer that I once bent in hand, was just foray, to foreign land. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Fingers linger--hair entwined... enwrapped--I can't believe you're mine. I taste of water turned to wine with but the thought of you in me. Each prayer that I once bent in hand, was just foray, to foreign land. ================================== *sigh* ... have I told you lately that I love your muse  vials baby...vials. rofl  me We wish ourselves beautiful ... we cry in the night. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
this is neat stuff..passion here between the lines, nicely done  [This message has been edited by ecrivan (01-22-2002 01:32 AM).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I would really be interested to have to dissect this for me...to see perhaps how your muse works....mine is on strike right now. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
*deep sigh* Hmm..yep..I love ya even though ya called me a munchkin on acid!  Lovely, Sweet Lady! |
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