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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I slipped down Into a well Slipping down into hell Demon east Demon west All Eating Souls unrest I leave myself and enter you that fateful night Mornings new Sun rise From silver moon On the beach in the dunes On the night I left you dyeing in the mornings dew I awake each Morning in my hell This is just a different cell. ------------------ Pride of place in the human race goes to one without a trace, of subtlety style ego or grace for this position, I wish to say, i would be proud as i am greater than any other face in the crowd |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Loved the last stanza!!! Dismally dark my friend  ------------------ The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there IS to celebrate. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
great piece, Walter...i agree with Isis, the last stanza rocks. michael |
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