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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada 
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powder sugar falls from the sky and yet it's hardly sweet memories of yelling and the stinging tears down my face i wish you could see me like this feeling 2 feet high and crying on the floor you mention confidence and a laugh track goes off in my head these days my voice has gotten louder to compensate for lack of self and yet theres no difference seen just more coffee in an empty coffee cup my winter breath shows itself with me still hiding behind it you'll hold my hand and lie to me i'll kiss your lips and scream these days are getting shorter i don't dare sleep memories invading my dream like a bad home movie i wish you could have seen me like this |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
exhale, If that's the exhale I'd like to read the inhale. Good write. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Vacancy In The Park March…Someone has walked across the snow, Someone is looking for he knows not what. It is like a boat that has pulled away From a shore at night and disappeared. It is like a guitar left on a table By a woman who has forgotten it. It is like the feeling of a man Come back to see a certain house. The four winds blow through the rustic arbor, Under its mattresses of vines. Wallace Stevens |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I liked this |
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