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It doesn't matter where the Train's going
Only that I got on board....
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beauty,
but never beautiful enough.
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Sometimes it's the ghosts
that make the best stories
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I found this on an old disk. I must have written it two years ago. No longer true, but very interesting.
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"You need me like God needs the Devil."
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too many nights and too many hours
searching for
by Shenanigans
61 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 5 11:37 PM 2007
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by Shenanigans
32 lines, 7 comments,
on Nov 29 10:02 PM 2007
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my head was carved to fit your shoulder
Our bodies sculpted to intertwine
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My hands are wounded
Paralyzed
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I knew your eyes before I knew my own
Your smile, before we ever met.
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the winter nights and freezing fingers, pretty pictures on the rise
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Fall through the earth, oh my heart
Through the earth into my arms
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I can't upload images but here is a link to the picture http://substanza.com/poem.php?poemid=5413
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(Like all irreverent Irish bar-tales, to be read with a mental brogue...)
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between the bones and hallowed souls
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The thundering of hooves in the distance kept beat with my heart, the sound of adrenaline. I stood at the rail watching the great, heaving
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Time, it escapes me moving like a freight train in the night
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The golden three with well-powdered limbs
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when you hear the sound of the sea may you always think of me
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You wanted a yarn? Here's a Celtic knot! ;-)
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My good and bad reality as "the girl in the band"
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Not exactly 'poetic', but I sure hope it helps!
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hanging lamp the only lightsource gasoline and cable wire
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one cracked finger and a bleeding lip hollow, sunken, bloodshot eyes
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moving on, pressing on...
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All the rest is just impressions
and some yellow dog-eared memories
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You push the pedal to the floor
of a car that's not your own
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