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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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But she is silent. Like a broken lilac in the halfway of spring, pieces scattered and roses mattering dew. There is someone who turns the sundial toward morning, reflecting a shadow much too morose for dandelions, by the weighted attempts of bottling for wine. Was it something they said, caustic and crude? Something to upset a balance, a faith. But she is silent, anew. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
beautifully written "we" muted ones know the silence from the inside out  im keeping this one, just touched me today  |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
But she is silent. Like a broken lilac in the halfway of spring, pieces scattered and roses mattering dew. Oh, I love this. Keepin' it to read over and over again. hugs, Chris Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. |
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Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
oh damn this is good!! snow "Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"Like a broken lilac in the halfway of spring, pieces scattered and roses mattering dew." Lovely verse, IndigoEve!  ....jo |
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