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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
Mother another shapeless night silhouette at the door see him stare know by her shadow too late see him hate that it rises knowing hate it anyway heedless too late think too late of a closet in a hopeless what-if hate the rising burning too late in the dark soft cloth whispers expectant hide in pretend sleep too late bat so afternoon brave under the bed so far away now too late touches almost shy but the silent scream that came too late too late this shapeless night |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Jamie...such is so hurtful.  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
It is a sad commentary on our world... that so many know this nightmare... You have written the shapeless night with spine-tingling perfection. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Again, I dreamed I saw your face But not a trace Of approval for me Softened the lines Or teased forth a smile Angry, the lash Slices still Across the years And countless tears Leave me baffled As the child I was - What did I do wrong? shapeless nights have many forms |
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