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A Quiet Killing
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A Quiet Killing |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
she teases between barren kisses dangling designed kindness reckless and shallow like a fly flittering before an old toad his fear of forever spins locked and loaded inside her lead chamber revolving roulette split-second courage perceives no bravado from knee-jerk reaction exposing the pain prom nights in back seats magic to wreckage red passions receding on hairlines and gums breaking toward the bone helpdesk doesn’t answer to notes never written words drained on the pages of bullhorn confessions silenced and shattered in eardrums and hearts fly his flag proudly above noisy graveyards where stone speaks its names loudly for even a quiet killing shouts grief "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb." Socrates [This message has been edited by coyote (11-09-2003 11:54 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is superb. You just caught the mood and tone of my own inner inflection and oh I am envious. There is anger and angst and doubt and even a bit of hope in this. I love this much. |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Thanks, blaze. Your reviews are always most appreciated by this ol' coyote. btw, I'm glad ya saw the hope..... awesome spirit ya have, girl. coyote  "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
nice write "For those who understand you, no explanation is necessary. For those who don't, none is possible." |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Hey Thanks, eor. Glad ya liked it. coyote  "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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