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Softer Stones
By steuss
Where the Trees hang only by their necks,
And the wailing cries of ravens have fun,
Waiting beside the bedposts,
Sleeps alone the children of darker sects.
When rising feet strike sinew and bone,
And even angels steal broken dreams,
Waiting are the redder eyes,
Softer whips are shed for stones…
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Copyright 2004 steuss
Published on Tuesday, April 6, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Softer Stones"
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A former member wrote:
I love how you have to think and really pay attention
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On Sunday, April 24, 2005, Kinkypoptart
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wrote:
great write ~*~Tart~*~
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On Wednesday, March 2, 2005, AniDayz
(812) wrote:
amazing piece of brilliance..a uniqueness to this..excellent and captivating.
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A former member wrote:
dont you know your unending...how can a servant compliment a master?
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A former member wrote:
Well damn this had an extremely dark feel to it where what wasn't said but was left for the imagination made it incredible. Fantastic. ~Ship!
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On Thursday, April 8, 2004, Alanarchy
(1168) wrote:
No shit. This Owned me, brother. I don't believe I've read anything from you before, but whateva... Welcome back. I'll be reading the rest of your stuff now.
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On Wednesday, April 7, 2004, manywalks
(747) wrote:
Oh, how I missed your words flickering across my screen. Superb as usual. ~ mw
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A former member wrote:
um, wow, once I wrapped my brain around it I realised this was damn good
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