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Absenteed |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Absenteed This pounding drives through the core of my being. Its rhythm blocking the sound of my heart. Each strike forging my shape for the day, counterfitting my form. There are remnants, surviving your trace. Remainders after the division, a vestige of happier times. I lay prone to the predator's touch, inclined to lean against insecurities, finding myself always, on the outside looking in, but never wanting to be on the other side. The clock strikes louder. I cover my ears wishing time away, close my eyes to reality, pretending to be her, or her, or even her, just as long as I am not me for the now. I am not to be addressed, I am but that absentee ballot, forgotten, tattered unable to be processed, cast off, having lost the power. The pounding continues, no easing of its discomfort, leaving me in the extreme of myself for another day. "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
ohh felt this one being ourselves is so painful but then usually when you really look deep into someone else... wouldn't want to be them either. And as for the time... I wish it would stop too Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
painful, but moving be you, not her |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Powerful and beautiful. Thanks. Eric |
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