Open Poetry #29 |
The Call (Second Version) |
meteoraLP Junior Member
since 2003-10-24
Posts 15 |
The light burns into her skull, A mundane figment of life To other beings. She walks, Eyes sunken deep within her core, To the place she fears. She can't turn around- The light is far too beautiful. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Very ghostly...it must be a very wicked feeling, being that lost... well done. |
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