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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Jun 22, 2004 3:31:22 GMT -5
Slow puddles form around my feet as sudden stigmata warm my palms.
An utterance of faith escapes cold chapped lips, a journey travelled all for naught. My starveling song echoes plaintively in the cathedral vaults of memory.
Doffing my worn cloak of faith, I lay to rest the testament of a journey ill-prepared.
I kneel before this altar and all I can offer in penance is myself.
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Post by angel on Jun 22, 2004 14:10:45 GMT -5
wow that was really peaceful, i am not sure if that was your intention, but it made me peaceful i like this feeling
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Jun 22, 2004 17:47:42 GMT -5
invisible, i think we were after a resigned feeling, a melancholy finality...thank you for reading this. x r x
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Post by Mikepoet on Jul 24, 2004 21:56:42 GMT -5
rinna you and Wulf did quite well here, it's as if no matter what is cast before you you still follow the advice given and you still seek for truth. That is how this touched me.
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