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graveyard comfort |
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oakgrove Junior Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 12 |
traumatize me in your afterglow of brilliance hold me down in you flesh colored tenements and while the taste of you is still ripe in my mind string up my hopes with your chords of always watching the shadow of you across this room buried my face in the arms of regret and you wouldnt lie down to hold my hand i'll lose this thumbwar inside your head unraveling smiles that twist and turn i need to feel your words on my neck until i melt blue into your fingers here am i shaking off fears of your return which torment my dreams without hearing songs unsung from your hands- that caress i adore |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"and while the taste of you is still ripe in my mind string up my hopes with your chords of always" Oh my! This is truly powerful. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
welcome back seems in order here perhaps not this room but the same ocean enjoyed |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Loved the ebb and flow of this.. the bad/good, right/wrong of it..  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
watching the shadow of you across this room buried my face in the arms of regret and you wouldnt lie down to hold my hand What a significant point in this poem. Great job |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
whoa, this flowed genuinely and most articulate beautiful |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
oakgrove Enjoyed the metaphors. |
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