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Like a Chameleon, I blend in to the night
Shadows - my friends they hold me so tight.
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Innocence of newborn child
Pure and trusting to His smile
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P.S. Tell him I have always loved him.
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Two debonair side walk philosophers
They sit side by side not talking
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Peggy is 8 years old. She has thick, dark, curly hair and likes to keep her world in order. She also loves learning new things. Her mother is an alcoholic and Peggy has hardly seen her since she was 3 when her parents divorce
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The living and full expression,
of the mind and heart of God
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Breathing tubes and deprovan
Heart, lungs, bypassed
Blood flows again.
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Mephistopheles sends down his salutation, promising
it is man who provides his own torture,
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A dancing wonder, of water and ice,
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As our hands entwine together;
Onslaught of death unable to fend.
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I drop one smallish stone one the size of a rouge galaxy
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When my days and nights are shady and blue
You are the sun and moon that give me glow.
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I'm taking advantage of the miles distancing us from our greatest downfall and using them to protect you from my sappy and insensible habit
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Prehistorically short of a single megabyte,
my eyes are left to replay the words
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The other half I mark with "forever".
This serves as your punishment.
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My tongue traces the edges of another envelope
and I wonder if this is as close as I'll ever get.
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I stayed even when you didn't, And devised ways to pass time
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Well, um, that was very 'nice'
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It's hidden.
It's secret.
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Silken flow of caramel
Warm inviting glow of candle
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concrete columns of logic keep being tested they begin to crumble the way you do
by TrixieOne
20 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 23 12:05 PM. In contest entry, life, pain, thoughts, personal, sad, wtf, my own style, dark
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your house is darkness my touch is sight
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My day bleeds slowly out of night the moon swoons and falls
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My days cycle onward; recrudescence recurs.
Again, the ineffectual questioning:
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Fallen, crumpled -
her wings crumbling into -
by Ayven
37 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 27 10:45 PM. In Abuse, Pain, Sad, Dark, Contest Entry, Hope, Fantasy, Society, Weird, Life, Love
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When the passage of time has forgotten me
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Suddenly and with evident flair
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treading on light’s beams
destiny’s path is followed
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during spring thaw
streams overflow with
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I let my breath go, and my heart is sliced open
Bones cracked and broken, a sacrifice unspoken
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Mounds of gilt shift under my sprawl. Jewels catch between scales
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There stands the Cottonwood Tree,
erected.
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In the frosty deeps of age’s withering I dwell
attenuated,
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