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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
Tear drops spill to the blood scarred dust execution on a hill the man they called great Thunder clouds and rain he cries out in pain split aching ground quivers 30 pieces rancid silver Rocking staring down knees too weak to hold me up muddy reddish brown swallowing stones it should be my pride they slaughter should be him on the throne. His body writhingly pitiful his eyes deeply beautiful to myself he whispers: "Even if you where the only one..." to fight the stabbing pain I look away only to meet his arms that take me in forever. "Stained by the sun, I can see colors...colors of mercy washing over me." - 3 Minutes From Home |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
You make me happy. lol. -GIS *add He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Oh My, Bonnie . . . this is beautiful . . . it should be in spiritual . . . but it is nice to be HERE where it is needed most . . . |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
Craig & Chickadee, you both make me happyy happy happy happy happy...thanks =) "Stained by the sun, I can see colors...colors of mercy washing over me." - 3 Minutes From Home |
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