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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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the hammering of bells morning is too heavy now for the clouds she slippers but her bosom is a sky with a million days to feed and admiration from man is her perfume scent derge wafting strums across horizons slender fingering with fat hands the hammering of bells morning is an empty glass now hollow full of sun holding her hands over ears lest they taste the yellow and know her souls weep for the longer sounds of dark ______________ daark |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
There is hunger, and there is the feeding... the bells simply remind us of all that once was. Well done, Sir... always a wonderful morning read. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
God, you had me with each sentence, could taste, touch and feel, and the bells were so loud???? Noise really hurts my ears.... Loved this, felt it through and through  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Extraordinary, Stranger. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thank you ladies for the eyes watching this sinful morning each of you bless me |
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