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Post by leeson on Dec 14, 2004 21:57:47 GMT -5
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i battle anguish, i cry my tears so that i will exist, scars of poverty enchant my furious dreams, it chokes a sad, strong moment to my desire.
laid naked i recoiled in a poets eyes, alas a muggy moon is our lingering secret, sunlight shone but i found no given joy, sad dreams can taste passions existence simmer, if uncertainty is a question, how can truth retort?
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Post by (Amaranthine) on Dec 22, 2004 17:14:43 GMT -5
This is pretty good, I like it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2005 16:05:51 GMT -5
Love the first line of the last verse, well put together leeson.
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Post by *Whisper* on Jul 24, 2006 15:35:07 GMT -5
Good questions asked; I loved the power of it!
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