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Chloris
By Exodus
I bleed upon your hours
As you count the minutes
You know my secret.
You push to hard.
Who are you?
What is it you need to take from me now?
Your cold, lingering presence.
Haunting my sight.
The feel of your icy skin drifts on my fingertips.
I am left like this
To bring you back again
To bleed for you again.
And yet there is no obligation?
What is it you need to take from me now?
(your rose is decaying)
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Copyright 2004 Exodus
Published on Sunday, April 18, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Chloris"
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A former member wrote:
This creeps over me...like an icy draft...your words have their way with me...nice.
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On Wednesday, April 21, 2004, stormtalk
(729)
wrote:
I like the contrast of the last line... and icy skin... yum. I miss the feel of icy skin. Overall... very ethereal and haunting. I liked the first line a lot, too.
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On Sunday, April 18, 2004, manywalks
(750) wrote:
The last line really just ounded this one in, with a sledge hammer. Superb. ~ mw
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On Sunday, April 18, 2004, suicideseason
(1639) wrote:
_*nods*...yeah a sledge hammer wielded by the likes of Thor...another pulverizing,emotional write.-tim
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