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Cross - (it) - off.


Here it comes
And it swallows your loss and your sorrow
All at once
You just know there will be tomorrow
Nothing’s wrong
Time is easily smashing the line
All along
There is something better to mine

Deep relief
That renews you and scents like a dream
Hard to breathe –
Not at all, but at first it should really seem
Far ahead
Is the point, where you will restore
Make a spread
Or there’s nothing to breathe… for.

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  • Perfect Insanity
    November 17, 2008

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    This is very abstract. I very often write like this... I like how you placed you thoughts in this one. Some of them seem incomplete.. thus the imply further doings and thoughts...Which I liked, it made me truly think of this piece.

    It is very dark and intriguing. I don't quite get the exact happening here, and I think that was your point, but i really like it and will stab at it a couple more times. Good luck. ♥


  • BabyBun silver member
    November 3, 2008
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    Very powerful - I'm glad you entered...best of luck.

  • Judith Chandler
    October 29, 2008
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    A hopeful write. I like the image of time smashing the line.


  • Confusedboy
    September 28, 2008
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    Tis a grand report on love that envelopes with feeling. Thank you for sharing.


    • exenia
      September 28, 2008
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      Thank YOU for reading and meditating over it!

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