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preface. . .
Contributed by
elle
on
Sunday, 1st November 2009 @ 03:59:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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it's smeared, again
teared again,
& as I attempt
to run & hide
this racoon face
still, I cannot loose myself
to your words
last or no
it matters not. . .
how eloquent
your
sly
good-bye
Copyright ©
elle
... [
2009-11-01 15:59:45]
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Re: preface. . .
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st November 2009 @ 06:00:10 PM AEST
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oh elle ... I get this. And DAMN! you said it so eloquently.
And all too perfectly. Very emotional, this write.
~ Breezy
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Re: preface. . .
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st November 2009 @ 11:08:41 PM AEST
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In my best John Wayne voice:
Ya' want me an' my posse ta go round the feller up, mamm and show 'im some manners?
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Anyway, yeah, it matters not how much someone sugar coats it, it still hurts doesn't it?
He's not worth the salt in your tears if he can't see how sweet you are, my dearest "L". |
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Re: preface. . .
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by ming on
Monday, 2nd November 2009 @ 12:35:27 AM AEST
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Lovely in it pain.
ming |
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Re: preface. . .
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by spud on
Monday, 2nd November 2009 @ 07:54:14 AM AEST
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Hi Elle,
As always - you say so much in such few words!
Well written.
Tommy
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Re: preface. . .
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by enigma on
Monday, 2nd November 2009 @ 03:23:15 PM AEST
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Oh! Elle!
I am now fifty-eight and a half and I have lived by far the majority of my life snared within the reality your words express. I have experienced two divorces and the agonizing demize of a desperate relationship; thoughts of suicide have been a dependable companion; I have twice broken down mentally; for the majority of my life, I would not Love my Self. All of this is captured in this piece of prose; the ache, the loneliness, the hopeless repetition of failed dreams, the agony... There comes a time when the soul simply does not know how to cry any more. I assure you, those who are worthy of your Love, Love you with a desperation you cannot imagine. I'm crying...the pain is oh, so, familiar... Your words touched a tender portion of my spirit...
blessings,
ron...enigma |
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Re: preface. . .
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by Spike on
Tuesday, 3rd November 2009 @ 04:10:04 AM AEST
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Moving and revealing. I don't might getting hurt - it's the pain I can't stand.
oh, and the humiliation, the sense of betrayal, feeling ever so foolish and small. See how evocative the poem is?
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