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Invidia |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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conscious of lengthening sickly pale moon beams stretching 'cross my night-stained skin feverish palms soaking in sweat saturation from bleeding forehead restlessness yielding discreet penetration into the world of a dream shallow and cold are my illusions daughter made of mooncolored silk limbs lissome like a butterfly's wing but I break too easily expensive porcelain face china doll fingers laced with cool shadows awaiting, anticipating sleep though I ne'er allow it vehement with invidia how my precious star child can idealize boundlessly and I am compassed by mortality he is pure immortal but so am I, deep within my soul yet I will never know For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 what an enjoyable read! |
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