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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon 
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The soft ache of you is gone. Slipped out of time, the touch upon loom of thought gone into night. A sweet caress my mind will miss. A slow descent A fade away. A gentle tug upon satin of quiet remembrance so slight I felt it not. Not even a feather of tease upon conscience, simply a loss of sigh there in mind. A space I must now fill. WhiteRose Speak to me in whispers, |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautifully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Anne, this is so heartaching, sweet friend, I hope this is not current and every space in your heart is now filled with love and understanding! (sigh) This is touching, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Anne, thank you for sharing!  May love and light alwas shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Miah Senior Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 1062Pennsylvania |
Loss is such a heartache. Very nice poem, I hope your heart heals. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very touching WhiteRose - enjoyed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
WhiteRose Sometimes the softest sigh becomes the biggest ache. Beautifully expressed! |
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