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April 11, 2010 -- A Short Passage
Contributed by
SammyJo
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Wednesday, 14th April 2010 @ 06:39:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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And so I sat there quietly in the dark stillneses that is night as the silent inferno that was my memories and past life burned. The flickering flames illuminating the dark and deadly expession on my face as I stood up and left everything to burn, turning my back on everything that I once knew and loved.
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2010-04-14 18:39:18]
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Re: April 11, 2010 -- A Short Passage
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 14th April 2010 @ 07:00:18 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC!
You set a very eerie tone with this and the emotions are well represented. I love the ritual of burning as a means of erasing memories.
This was an intriguing write.
Seléne ~ |
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Re: April 11, 2010 -- A Short Passage
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by Loende on
Wednesday, 14th April 2010 @ 07:09:17 PM AEST
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Yes, welcome!
I can relate to this a lot. I've burned my
fair share of things in the past. It's a
cleansing kind of ritual. I'm not sure if
that's what you're writing of here, but
that's what it evoked in me. Nice little
write!
Be well,
~Loende |
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