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Post by nevadasky on Nov 30, 2004 10:46:11 GMT -5
silence so loud, ears covered muzzling screams of what stopped
in places so long ago finding loss in the crying din
bones rubbed the wrong way for so long the cushion of forgiveness
and empathy worn away forgetting where it used to belong
speak long distance, even up close feign a smile
reverberate pretense marking its over-glossed cadence
words of love lay quiet now dusty and ink-less pens no longer write of requited love
waning strength begs finale faded glory days whisper what is too late to catch
while last nights vespers answers to moving on
nevadasky (c)
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Seth
Virtuoso
Root Beer Float
Play something country!
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Post by Seth on Nov 30, 2004 20:40:26 GMT -5
Love the format and story here. Beautifully written, very much enjoyed reading this.
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Post by nevadasky on Dec 1, 2004 6:46:47 GMT -5
again, thank you...
hugs, nevadasky ;D
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Wickedblades666
Apprentice
I Hate Life, but i am stuck in it by my own rules: death is for quitters, i dont quit...
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Post by Wickedblades666 on Dec 4, 2004 22:56:11 GMT -5
i have to agree with seth, nice poem...and definetly an "interesting format" great write
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