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Our Brutal Paradox Is.....
Contributed by
weepingprophet
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Monday, 9th January 2006 @ 03:44:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I let your hand rest on mine
a moment lost in the division of our crime
so brutally ending an era not our own
attempting down a path that no one condones
you pull back out of me
exhale then breath
what a sad state of knowledge
for me to truly believe
possession to acknowledge
what is begging to bleed
wrists summoned under bedsheet
cold night sweats
and relentlessly you beat
what is alive in me
is there life in me?
draw back from this disdain
a mortal being detained
in a cursed body
is there anybody?
I let your hand rest on mine
a moment lost in the division of our crime
so brutally ending an era not our own
attempting down a path that no one has condoned
relentlessly I beat
what is alive in me
refusal surrender to defeat
is there life in me?
anybody???
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Re: Our Brutal Paradox Is.....
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by dalamar on
Monday, 9th January 2006 @ 03:48:46 PM AEST
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WOW. I loved it. Keep up the good work and dont beat yourself up to much.
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Re: Our Brutal Paradox Is.....
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Tuesday, 10th January 2006 @ 04:12:23 AM AEST
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your writes, i've noticed, seem to be getting more and more desperate, as opposed to your usual defiant streak. i hope you're okay, and this was a brilliant poem, as always.
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