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Fauxreal Junior Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 38 |
Inspiration Takes flight Like a bird Leaving my soul With desolate words- And phrases I go through Phases Like the moon- Not always on point Not always in tune With the happy song Life has to sing. Sometimes it's too long That I feel the world's sting Still I can't let it go I can't give it up I have to put more In that half-full Empty cup. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
very heartfelt poem. I love it Cold hands means a warm heart |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah...sigh |
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