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The last of all, because someone thier self hides all so well!
Contributed by
brew
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Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 08:37:33 PM in AEST
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To one who seemed to have what they wanted.......It was taken from them and so was their heart. Once the heart was taken , it became cold, dark and deep, and didn’t want the fair maiden they had and would keep.
It went from cold and dark, so even deeper than could be sparked........They said they loved , but who would knew, they would hide and see what blinders had given them.......A heart this cold, could be broken, but instead it first tried to be mended, it then didn't like the way a fair maiden took it, because she her self had a cold, dark heart that had nothing ; till it found the fair sire. Some can find, and some can have, this one wanted and had, but gave it away, because of the pain of losing again, what was the point on no return. So the fair, maiden will let the cold heart take over once again, and will never love true once more. She hopes the fair sire, can let blinders off one day, because, its there, but they can not see.
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Re: The last of all, because someone thier self hides all so well!
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by xxbreathlessx on
Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 08:39:42 PM AEST
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| wow thats good, a lil confusing but i got it , great job =) |
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Re: The last of all, because someone thier self hides all so well!
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by mountainhigh on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 04:23:30 AM AEST
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Blind is the heart who cares not to see, but false is the tongue that bares two masters, for none shall win and the cold darkness of death lingers still....never more to be in the warmth of the sun, and the tongue ever so still.
A nice story. Ode to a fairytale. |
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