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Post by Poeticsiren on Aug 3, 2002 12:16:08 GMT -5
Your tone was lost from the slick wax That held your house on a needle I only asked that you treat me kind But instead I felt the thrust of your air drawn dagger. The soul piercing that I felt by peering through a liquid looking glass an inebriated razor's edge my emotions hushed by your double edged words. your demons curl up in the smoke that you hold so deeply within you afraid to let the distortions go so you are faced with your reality anger spins at 33 RPM 3:00 AM and it weaves a web of pain and grief that I no longer will dance to on that slick wax under your needle that holds your house.
random blabberings based upon yet ANOTHER failed relationship...here we go again.
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Post by dirtgirl on Aug 3, 2002 23:31:56 GMT -5
part of the missed beats of life sadly... is love a reality or just a delusion anyways? Always feels like a mirage to me.
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Post by xs on Aug 4, 2002 15:40:19 GMT -5
i'm glad i persuaded u to check the board , awesome read (nice appearances of terms)
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Post by luceluna on Aug 4, 2002 17:41:36 GMT -5
whoa, this is like an old skool BT reunion ::HUG:: <--- for those dealing with failed relationships
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Post by Poeticsiren on Aug 4, 2002 23:29:36 GMT -5
Thanks for the hug Dan And XS, thank you for suggesting I go check the board. I"m glad you did too. It's obvious I had something I needed to 'get out'. hug I miss you guys...sorry I haven't been around much. L.
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