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her words flow through the wind
who is her loyal and desperate subjectby crystallynnbradford 23 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 16 1:36 PM 2007. In Spiritual, Life, Nature, Critical. -
T'was nearing the twilight while the moon hid,
behind the rain clouds, like a black sheep's wool, -
shapes have no outline
all is fading to greyby Amythest Moonjade 19 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 27 10:55 PM 2006. In Angst, Lost in thought, Depressed, Critical. -
my blood flourescent in my veins
emotions fragile as the thinnest glassby Amythest Moonjade 14 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 5 4:34 PM 2006. In Dark, Angst, Death, Depression, Critical. -
Boredom I suffer. Of male compaionship
I am forlorn -
The spirit of leaves swirling
In random flurry of life -
Each and every Valentine's day
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