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Spilt
Contributed by
desireemiote
on
Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 09:20:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I am a container
Without a lid
Waiting to prey
Upon the unsuspecting
Open ear
All spilling
Without order
Duct tape will suffice
From the younger
Mummification
Copyright ©
desireemiote
... [
2005-02-09 09:20:57]
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Re: Spilt
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by autumngreeneyes on
Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 09:56:20 AM AEST
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| why haven't I read you before???????? this was great.. I spilled out yesterday and am still trying to pick up the scattered beans...lol |
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Re: Spilt
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by nanonan on
Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 10:16:12 AM AEST
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| An overflow of emotions, perhaps? Or a sensory overload? Recieving too much at once, or too little over too long a time. I see someone who keeps things to themselves for so long, that one day, the burst and expose everything, including their souls. And then, you restore your soul and dignity, however you can. |
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