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NeverMore
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Walk With Me Apr 15, 2004 0:56:10 GMT -5

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Post by NeverMore on Apr 15, 2004 0:56:10 GMT -5

come walk with me
out in the drifting snow
all bundled up
with winds blowing harsh
tell me you love me
when your hands grow cold
watch as the trees bend
with white haired branches
the streets are dead quiet
everyone has gone home
shall we walk alone
hours on hours
warmed by only touch

imaginary goddess #5 Novice shape me into something I never will be, and you'll find out this facade was an escape from reality. Posts: 69	Walk With Me Apr 15, 2004 23:07:00 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by imaginary goddess #5 on Apr 15, 2004 23:07:00 GMT -5 wonderfully sweet and short. lovely, warm, and comfy piece. I especially loved this bit of imagery and description: when your hands grow cold watch as the trees bend with white haired branches ~Lianna
	- Lianna Last one left of our lineage - don't forget us. imaginary goddesses. "shallowed up in the sound of my screaming cannot cease for the fear of silent nights oh how i long for the deep sleep dreaming the goddess of imaginary light..." - Evanescence

bloodredtears Legend I don't entirely think I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. Posts: 1,164	Walk With Me Apr 17, 2004 16:06:19 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by bloodredtears on Apr 17, 2004 16:06:19 GMT -5 i agreee....very sweet and nice and to the point...i love this ...great job!
	Poetry copyright of Bloodredtears Summer has flown its nest, as the days swiftly turn to fall and we start to roost in the bosom of winter.

Post by NeverMore on Apr 15, 2004 0:56:10 GMT -5

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