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Existence
Contributed by
crow
on
Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 07:25:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Nocturnal existence,
blistering past,
portraits of fallen burn.
Blackest nights,
feel right at home,
truth, or dare, wait your turn.
Everything is dirty,
that bumps in the night,
the crowd gathers silent,
hung by threads.
Transparent is costly,
you will fit right in,
grace always pours from a closing wound.
Just keep the faith.
For chances are.
All is never lost,
child to death.
Here is your burden,
no other can carry,
heart, maybe mind,
taking your place the constant...Crow
Copyright ©
crow
... [
2004-11-15 19:25:14]
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Re: Existence
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by bonita2689 on
Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 07:49:03 PM AEST
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| Interesting and Unique. I love it! |
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Re: Existence
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by savedbydeath on
Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 07:57:48 PM AEST
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WOW!great write,u have natural talent keep up the great job,i cant wait to hear more
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Re: Existence
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by jaeann on
Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 08:30:56 PM AEST
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Blackest nights,
feel right at home,
truth, or dare, wait your turn......mmmmmm.....i love this one..... :) |
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