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Untitled
Contributed by
weepingprophet
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Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 11:19:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
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i beckon the walls in
close in on me o solitude
rosary of sacrafice
what is your name
and why does your face haunt me
your porcelain hands
reaching
grasping the air for truth
your solid grip
around my throat
i'm choking for you
the thistles you dance upon
careless of your wounds
o mindless wonder
intoxication of oblivion
what is your name
you running into emptiness
somehow finding your way back
always to me
hollow in the ways of mortal
but graced with the face
the face of demonic angels
o distant one of the free
your screams awake me in pieces
shrill like china breaking
holding me still
long after i awake
and you are gone
always gone
what is your name
and why does your face haunt me, trust?
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Re: Untitled
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 02:09:41 AM AEST
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| awesome, i love it! well done!!! |
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Re: Untitled
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by Apolla on
Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 04:21:38 PM AEST
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| Beautifully written, almost brought me to tears. |
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Re: Untitled
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by FleurdeSang on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 08:07:05 PM AEST
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.....I can't breathe.....
My breath and words that were so readily on my tongue, have been snatched away from me... and the cycle goes on and on, as I read and reread again... All that's running through my mind is: PERFECT. Merci beaucoup, weepingprophet, for leaving me breathless and speechless. Forever,
fleur de sang *Stephy* |
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