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Snare
Contributed by
gypsymaddness
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Wednesday, 9th November 2011 @ 01:05:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I tread heavily through these vines, only to be encicled in cobwebs. The fustration surges anew, i wish to break free.I cannot, though. The web sticks to my skin. I thrash, i writh... Yet it still is on my skin. The night is moonless, the dark shadows my feelings, the echo of a mournful howling... That is my spirit demanding attention. DO NOT IGNORE ME! my soul cry's. DO NOT OVERLOOK ME! But they do, and i continue, to mourn everlasting.
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Re: Snare
(User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on
Wednesday, 9th November 2011 @ 02:00:54 PM AEST
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A beautiful description of frustration
and loneliness! But it only seems
eternal in nature. The good book says,
"Weeping may endure for a night,
but Joy cometh in the morning!"
May that morning come for you
much sooner than later!
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns (Rob) |
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Re: Snare
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by deusdeira on
Thursday, 10th November 2011 @ 03:40:48 AM AEST
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| I loved your web metaphor. I could just picture you trying to escape... trying to fight the feeling, but unable to escape its grasp. lovely. |
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