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Jan 21, 2002 16:09:17 GMT -5
Post by ScaryDan on Jan 21, 2002 16:09:17 GMT -5
afloat on a sea, words and faces press through the haze. everything heightened until i am above it all, not a part, but a divine observer, part of my consciousness still on the pillow, where i wish i was, alone, with my heart and my mind beside me.
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Jan 22, 2002 6:19:58 GMT -5
Post by luceluna on Jan 22, 2002 6:19:58 GMT -5
the circular nature of this poem (the rhyme of first and last lines) is wonderful... the last line is perfect. i hope whatever's inspiring you keeps on doing so, cos this shit is rocking!
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Jan 22, 2002 16:47:26 GMT -5
Post by ScaryDan on Jan 22, 2002 16:47:26 GMT -5
i hope it does too
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