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A mornings word 092707
Contributed by
wordsy
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Thursday, 27th September 2007 @ 10:59:52 PM in AEST
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I watched in awe
At the muse's flaw
In the words I wrote that night
And the thoughts
I still remember
Do fill me now with fright
The deep and utter darkness
That within ones soul does dwell
And the thoughts that rise
Doeth burn mine eyes
From their fowl and rancid smell
And the memories now that haunt me
In my dreams they do exist
The urgent depths of yearning
Of which I can’t resist
A void and empty calling
Whose line that I must toe
To fill that wonton burning
And quench my awful woe.
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2007-09-27 22:59:52]
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Re: A mornings word 092707
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by Adreana on
Saturday, 29th September 2007 @ 12:19:41 AM AEST
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| Oooooo... I like this one! So emotional. ON FIRE! :) Wonderful write. ~Adreana |
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Re: A mornings word 092707
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by Dom on
Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 01:43:50 AM AEST
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Adreana's right about this, so emotional, dark and tortured. One of the darker 'morning's words' methinks!
Dom |
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