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As all the stars in heaven shine down on me tonight
I find that I'm free falling within a ball of light,
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As storm clouds disipate
rosy
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This wild, deserted island was Paradise to me Soft, silken sands of comfort beside an azure sea,
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by Gwenevere
18 lines, 16 comments,
on Oct 18 4:42 AM
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I feel complete disaster as I look to the moon
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I see the number 999
Embedded in my brain
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The whisperering within my head,
insistant in it's way
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I do not taste the food you eat
or sip your glass of wine
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A whispering within the gloom
a scratch upon the door
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As shards of glass embed themselves within the heart of me My blood runs cold upon the bones of life's insanity
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My Friend, I write this letter
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Dear friends,
I need to show you the realm beyond the skies
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Cascading waters shimmer under the willow tree A sword glints for a moment and points itself at me
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Well, on that very morning
you know, that special day
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Take my hand and dance with me
Will you partner destiny?
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A single drop of water
Upon an outstreched hand
by Gwenevere
38 lines, 15 comments,
on Jul 25 2:03 PM
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Within the walls of stone I feel
A will of iron,mind of steel
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Pull the curtains , dim the light I will give you second sight
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As silken sands sooth tired feet I stand where earth and waters meet
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Whilst knowing that you're not to blame You flutter in the dark
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You tremble as you feel the fear
and wipe away a frozen tear
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I am a pretty flower
with petals open wide
by Gwenevere
24 lines, 22 comments,
on May 31 5:31 AM. In Fun
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I heard a clap of thunder
It rumbled out at sea
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The hand of time was stitching
A garment just for me
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Secure beneath her branches
I will sleep the night away
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The stones were hard and jagged
upon the path I walked
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Find the heart of the storm and feel centred.
by Gwenevere
0 lines, 3 comments,
on May 8 9:25 AM
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I looked within the dead wood
to see a flower grow
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Beneath me is a pillow with feathers soft and warm
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As gentle waters shivered I begged to question why
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Negatives await the darkened room
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As the tide receded the fringe of a memory
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As angry words attack my ears
and accusations fly
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