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Her
Contributed by
crow
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Sunday, 20th January 2008 @ 03:38:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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through the alley
broken bottles, discarded flyers
of better things to come.
You wait for that immaculate vision of
Her to enter your mind..
Nothing held you like her,
nothing compared to her scent.
Everything was misted... in pieces
searching in vain for Her and a beginning.
You return at times
to the same street, same alley
hoping Her to be the creature of habit.
Sipping coffee in the few minutes
You can give away...
the image ceased.. the sense goes on.
Fate will have it....Vincent
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crow
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2008-01-20 03:38:53]
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Re: Her
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by NoSaint on
Sunday, 20th January 2008 @ 10:28:26 AM AEST
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ahhh I like this bittersweet write
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Re: Her
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by shelby on
Sunday, 20th January 2008 @ 10:40:37 AM AEST
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Lane,
I had so many things going through my mind and soul whilst reading this. I am so glad you posted, I miss ya. Sorry I missed you again today.
Hey is your phone still turned on I will call ya!
Michelle |
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Re: Her
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by conorshawn on
Monday, 21st January 2008 @ 05:53:30 AM AEST
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| bitter sweet the sorrow of hope, creatures of habbit we often reurn to the place s of pleasure and hope in our minds. good write. |
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Re: Her
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by yangdantien on
Wednesday, 7th May 2008 @ 06:20:21 AM AEST
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Ah love is a form of hunting and though it has a bad rap now stalking is the art of being a successful hunter. This piece reminds me that love sometimes has left me emotionally diabetic.
Peace
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