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I can hear them. They call for me. I yearn there touch and smell the taste. These random thoughts of justice puts the sorrow deeper in the knot growing in my ribs. I can taste the dryness in my mouth and yet I have nothing to
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I awake to this sound outside my window. The so familiar sound of rhythmic flutters beating on the glass. I creep out in the night to feel this...touch of a rootless dream overcoming my skin.
I open my mouth to taste this...w -
I sit here and listen to the sounds of the world slowing dying around me. The familiar surroundings I have grown to love are whisked away with the rest. I feel so empty, cold, so....alone. Oh lord why have you gave up on my w
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There is stillness in my mind, a
place where the tick-tock of the clock is painfull. It is a moment -
I find myself awake in a daze looking for where my life has gone. I hear the faint sounds of my past whisper my mistakes. It hurts to feel regret, taking my breath away, and blinding the way to go on. I try to keep my mind fr
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His grip on the bottle aches his hand as he tips back and feels the poison feel the stitched heart. Tainted memories guide the sins glued to his fingers, for they have broken his piece of heaven. The smell of smoke and staleby mrdurflinger 0 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 23 11:41 AM 2008
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I fall slowly. Rolling down. I am alone though I am followed by others. We are a purpose. We slide down the warm unknown 'till we reach the cold fall. It is not the end. We are joined at the bottom. We are a purpose. We are a
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Each time there lips touched he feels it, every time he heard her voice he felt it, every time he smells the scent of her perfume he stops to feel it, each image of her he sees it, his mouth still lingers of her taste and he
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I wrote your name on a tree
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I hear the lost cries for help
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There is a whisper. A whisper that kills. A whisper that sounds of a painless sin crawling in your ear. The whisper spreads of a war with heated blades cutting your flesh from your bones. At first it's like a soft kis
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by mrdurflinger 4 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 4 5:31 PM 2008. In Erotica
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I can hear a voice, the sound of a thousand angels whispering poetry in my ears. The voice sounds of a sweet spring day where you can hear the birds sing a song of happiness. I want to run to find this light of hope toby mrdurflinger 4 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 4 5:05 PM 2008. In Spiritual
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Alone. Always alone.
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I see your name everywhere I go I strain to hear your voice
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There is a place in my mind where I go to find truth.
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