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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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I pace myself into today, the cold no longer numbing but my yielding still lost to you. The bleakness of my strength drips memories, too tired of their recurrence, sometimes turning to maybes and maybes to someday...that day that never arrives. I've allowed you that space which you have allowed me seeming too double lately stretching tomorrow too far for my grasp. The silent of me is escaping... but does "anyone" hear? M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"The bleakness of my strength drips memories, too tired of their recurrence, sometimes turning to maybes and maybes to someday...that day that never arrives." this knows me all too well...  |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
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The silent of me is escaping... but does "anyone" hear? It is so hard when no one seems to be listening hon, I know this all to well. Heart hugs to you.  |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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There seems a lot unsaid here. Dave |
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