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Me, my soul, and love
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Me, my soul, and love |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
No more this or that Only one thing and nothing else the wind it roars into the depths leading to the solitude of dreams Safe feeling the coldness of all Painfully sufficating as it glides unselfishly always giving but grinding the soul Mark the hour without minutes we're born we die And I wait and I wait the unknown will soon be known This moment is mine and it makes me and it shakes me into the glory of none Where I crumble to become whole nothing more nothing more as the hour passes with potential to bore and I stumble into me and I hide shamefully |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I think I sent these words to you through telepathy...exactly how I am feeling. Thank you for sharing M |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
This is amazing! I apologize for missing your entrance Welcome to PIP! God, this flows right off the page meeting my thoughts in the middle xxoo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
hey walker, i know just how you feel here love the words you used to express it |
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