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Revolution |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York 
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My heart yearns for an uprising, to oust the despotism of my soul. To bring rise to a revolution of faith. Bringing my life to be in steadfast harmony with a pure democracy. The Wind that howls through the trees a timely bellow from below. Nothingness, and a shadow cast emptiness in a cowards last breath. defiant and true, genuine. Masquerading and parading, blatant and sound. Goodness, pain, broken and torn. every moment, bringing back a memory each moment precious or riled. A path marked for truth, amongst other simple thoughts, many tears, forgotten tomorrows, weakened the strengthened unified within. [This message has been edited by Kellie_Cantrell (05-24-2005 10:26 PM).] |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautiful write. Eric |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very cool write and if you want an uprising, you can do it! |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Yup Kellie. It was a good write. But what's a "treesm"?  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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