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Personal Space

Contributed by Mangos on Thursday, 24th August 2006 @ 06:45:08 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

It has the ability to heal itself, with a little help.
All that I ask for, is with someone to whom I can talk.
Listening is optional, for ears play favorites to words, that
make them tingle until they hurt. Eyes on center,
as to not miss one single breathe escape these lips.
As the chords in the boxed throat strum
an elongated hiss. This, is the chance, waiting
for an opportunity to advance, seized and locked
in a fist of decadence. Relevance is subjective, as
romance is injected, into dreams once rejected, now
accepted, once detested, now admired and protected.

With the help of the almighty, convictions, today
will be the day, forever referred to as, the day
the apprehensions died away. As change can only come
from within. Each attempt brings, rights and wrongs,
sings promises, and touchy love songs. Seems
like a waste, living a low quality life, where (everything)
is in constant jeopardy, so that the pursuit of pleasure
can rise, I would spend eternity, rather then sacrifice my right,
rather then shut my eyes, to fresh air, and adjustable warmth at night.

An oath would be appropriate, had they not been broken countless
times before. Instead, I offer my condolences
to a disaster preventable with force. Impulse, with impetus,
was granted, access remained withstanding, permission
was confiscated, from those seeking restitution for their accidents.
On a collision course with something monstrous,
horrendous, not unlike, those with pretentious bites.

__________
_______

Copyright © Mangos ... [ 2006-08-24 18:45:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Personal Space (User Rating: 1 )
by Kimberlynn on Friday, 25th August 2006 @ 09:55:37 AM AEST
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I liked it, nicely done.

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