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can't bind me, can't find me,
can't ensnare me with hate,
can't corrupt me and eat me alive -
in an embrace still unbroken,
with sorrows unspoken -
the uneaten part of the Oreo,
the candle that won't light -
drifting in hazy semiconsciousness,
forgetting that anything is wrong, and everything is wrongby Lady Hope 19 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 24 8:16 AM 2007 -
tastes like Heaven with a tinge of vanilla...by Lady Hope 12 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 23 9:04 AM 2006. In Abstract, Freewrite, Personal., Lost in thought, My own style, Other, Weird
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Splashes of color are strewn across the pavement,
taking pleasure in the promenade upon the street -
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Her heart is the drumstick against her chest,
As she hears the knock on her door, -
To Jessica-
Memories have shaped you once more -
Thumbing through the delicate, yellowing page,
Words and pictures obscured, faded with great age, -
We have only been given one life,
Second chances are rife... -
Please remember me, so for now Santa, farewell,
From a hopeful little girl named Isabelle. -
For when her mother's life was claimed, my friend was rightly heartbroken,
And I felt as if a sadness inside of me had just now awoken. -
Like a drop of ink on a clean white sheet,
The fade of cruel words is never complete.
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